I was bound by my religion Strings thick as cords, of this society! And we are People of Discord We are striving to be free An infant I was born, naïve to this discord Bearer I was to become of this hierarchy Came to realize and to note the friction Raising eyebrow to this heat of traction For the words were antonyms to the actions And peace was what was preached to be realized People of Discord Promised we are the havens relief Gods will was to drive the hordes of anarchy by fraction Cut them down and slaughter their sections A'least no quarter was to be asked nor given The preacher, fanatics, vendors of gods, retold and told People of Discord Soon the flowers of peace will you see I read the bible in darkened corners Looked for the congruency of it in the Kuran Both were but the same, preaching just the same Words were of forge by the same irons Cast by same rules of peace and tranquil states Nothing of bitterment nor aftertaste was written People of Discord Religion does not call of you this, as it is Killing was abhorred and reproof was in both laid Peace, tranquility & brotherhood was praised But the preachers bent the single words and plays Cut out the whole and fed little lines to their affects People of Discord Your peers breath Satan’s abhor Mind bending with promises of Eden Laced with promises of victory from heavens As they bestow arms to the ilk of me The heads between our shoulders swollen Itching to show faith to the heaven Armed we rushed to slay the evils brethren Struck down and expunged their lives In sleep, in wake a difference it did not make Hara-kiri in closed instance bore us out of lives wings Whilst down in caves Alms for death we received Thousands born Millions dead the war goes on But we saw no end and peace was slipping its footing Like an avalanche they came dwindled our hope Thence I saw no end but the sourness of loosing The god was gone or was he no more sided by us For death I saw garbed in grieves little slacks With arms of mighty and explosives we did lack Coming down to slaughter us in most strong fashions Little we knew ere we died that hell awaited with glee For we died a cause for which no god did breath So with my last breath, I send a curse to the evil seed And smile as I embrace the reapers hungry scythe