Jihad

Back-tracking with the pack

3 more thugs, but I still cant stack

Up, to my brothers, were men at arms

United, we suspend their ability to inflict harm

Its ridiculous, this anarchistic, sadistic state of affairs

That our country has been dragged into, but nobody seems to care

six decades after the second world war

we humans never learn

is there anything left to live for?!

8 days pass, with my AK and I

Thinking about the bodies of my friends that died

Everyday it gets colder despite the sun in my face

Its my enemy, not us, that should suffer this fate

I want to ask one of them, if they believe in the mission

That their megalomaniacal leader has sent them, under the condition

Not to think for themselves, just to fight the other

Forget your goddamn morals, and die with your brothers

Day 21, battered and bruised

I only just started thinking, I desperately need to choose

Theres no point to this all, the guns, the killing

All thats ever accomplished is the perpetual filling

Of our mind with despair, our people with misery

Im sick of these politically games, Im not part of your symphony

Yes, this countrys mine to defend

There are other ways to fight, you know Im here to the end

The struggle, theres more than just one

Let me drop this piece of knowledge that you may just gain from

Theres the greater jihad, the struggle for purity

Reaching into ones soul to find the true meaning

Of peace, and indefinite placidity

Self-actualization, you should try it some time

Youll never feel more potent, never feel so alive

There is no greater diction I could use to summarize

Then theres that of lesser importance

The one which makes people seem to feel discordant

Its the struggle to protect, those that you cant neglect

Only when in harms way, are you able to sleigh

To shelter the ones you love, to keep your family at bay

Thats the lesson mothafucker, and dont you forget it

Dont you ever come to me with youre false pretenses

Your fictitious war is over, and thats the consensus