The Requital

There was a time I didn't feel this way.

A time I woke up with a smile, everyday.

A time before they took my sister.

A time before my dad took himself, because he missed her.

The pilot didn't know her name when he dropped them.

But I'll scream her fucking name before I pop them.

It's taken me forty days and forty nights just to get here.

Now I'm all strapped with C4 and hiding a AK under my jacket, no fear.

And they're all off on their holidays with no clue.

No clue as to the murder I'm about to do.

To them and theirs, just like they did to mine.

Heaven bound, 72 virgins, tonight's headline.

I'll do it for the land I love and the land I left.

The broken buildings and the tear stained death.

I'll do it for a God I didn't believe in before the war.

I'll do it for the group who took my pain and showed the light behind the door.

And I'll do it for you, Dad.

That God knows how I miss you, bad.

But most of all, I'll do it for you, Sis.

They'll see the whites of my eyes, when I shoot, I won't miss.