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Tales of Sacrifice!


The ones who’re above God

We fight, we kill,

We take blows, but reach atop the hills,

We brave the -50, we brave the +50,

We get criticized by politicians, we protect them

From million enemies,

We bleed, we lose men too,

We do break down away from families,

We come back, hug our loved ones,

Sometimes we knock the doors of our best friend’s,

Tell their families that they lost their son,

But when we go back, we keep one aim

And one religion,

We worship our weapons and embrace them

Till we reach Heaven !

We fight not for ourselves,

But for the men next to us,

For the people who wait for us back home

Soaking letters with tears,

We fight for this land we call ‘Home’

Nobody’s got the right to knock on our doors

And take our Home.

About author

They say to feel something, you need to be there. Well in his case, he feels it well enough inside his grey matter. Versed in wars and thriller genres he can manage to portrayal of a soldier, a psychopath, and all the way back to a common guy who fights his inner demons every second. Get him in the mood and he'll spin a verse no matter what the circumstances might be because writing is his drug, which he doesn't want to escape.
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