They cry me rivers of blood, I never turn back to see. They hold up their youths, I never hear their prayers.
I turn days to nightmares, Kill innocent hearts and humans. I slide beneath their shaky soles, Drown them feets deep into the sea.
Pay no heed to seasons, I turn pages of death booklet on wish. Leave them no diaries to repent, I demand peace through turmoil.
I wreck havoc and bleed crimson rains, No christians, no Muslims, no Hindus do I spare. I display impartiality at its best, No way petty humans can undo my rein.
They bury my deeds with flowers of armistice, I bloom in their houses under veil of soiled trashcans. They wait for my return in black headlines of despair, I rest my impending retort in their ignored neighborhoods.