When death will come to me,
Beautiful rain I won't see,
Sun won't touch my face,
Moon will fold in a faint embrace.
I'll make new friends,
In the other world where I'll be,
Heaven or Hell, it's still undecided,
But things are indeed wicked,
Arousing my curiosity.
If Hell allotted to me,
Neither shall I feel sad nor any empathy,
I'm a man with a dark past,
Let's say, I ate life of thousand lives
without any sympathy.
There is no place I desire to go,
Nobody is ther, who's waiting for me,
I'm a killer and a murderer,
Of all my hope, fate and destiny.
If I'm shown passage to heaven,
I shall find that God,
The One who created me,
Just for amusement,
He gave me this mind like a scar,
And abandoned me for eternity!
I may have been the puppet,
Of this time of life that binds,
I don't know the righteous path,
To go on to, wher my decree guides.
I shall avenge all my friends,
That I killed with my bare hands,
Without any love or regret,
I did such deed,
Oh my lord of lords
Why did u create me!?
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