A colder past:

Sickness takes over, heartless we maneuver, god

am I not grateful, to a life I’ve felt so painful. I’m
driven through every demolished land, with my
will and by my name I’ll stand, what names you
have don’t count it’s sad! What dreams you’ve
had, go sleep you’ll have.
Algeria’s history has always struck me to the core,
for It’s my home and I’m not one to boast or think
about what could’ve been, I’m blessed and my
heart is beating in my chest because better men
were once alive and fortunate enough to win the
war, at nights where the cold was tearing the spirit
out of souls, they had the eyes of ambition for their
country was at stake and god was right there to
stand by them, they were destined to die in battle,
but we were also destined to come after them, so
we must break out of this slumberous shell to
strive for what actually matters, and take that
wake up call for what it’s worth and flourish, to
make up and actually cherish what our ancestors
made of utmost importance.
So every 1st November I celebrate, I say ya rbi
er7am chohahda2na, and they can honor us even
in their deaths for the biggest of victories is god’s
heaven, in which they can bask happily ever after
in their ultimate glory.