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I am suicide bomber
Here is my tale
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You often say
I am for sales
With just money
You can avail
And hire my services
For destruction and to derail
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Smooth running matter
Make my soul rattle
They always batter
Me like a battle
I kill human
As Butcher cattle
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Who is at back?
That makes me rake
The rocks I slake
White and black
Men of god
I kill and track
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Do such harm
As have been never done
I eat people
As you eat bun
I know I
Will be no more
But you also can not run