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Beyond the filter
Of this stifling mask
Through the noxious fog
Of mustard gas
Past the barbed terrain
Mined and vast
Lies the playground
Of blood and ash
Where Saddam's dogs
Shall breathe their last
As we advance
And push
The bastards back
Like choking rats
In an iron grasp
Their weakened battalions
Succumb to
Our violent wrath
Bullets burrow through
Flesh, skulls, and jaws
On gushing wounds
Death tears and gnaws
Men's intestines suspend
From barbed wire
Caustic sprays of
Machine gun fire
We wade through
A mire
Of guts and limbs
In a void absent
Virtue or sin
Where Western arms
And an upper hand
Prove futile against
A child who would
Die for his land
For the innocent
Lives consumed
By the jaws
Of Sarin's fumes
With malice
We incinerate
The cowards and
Their puppet state
For our children
Burned alive
While aboard IR655
Slaughtered by
The U.S of lies
We send their pawns
To their grim demise
Every corpse
Adorned with lead
Every sundered bone
And severed head
Every drop of blood
That is shed
Paves the path to
Avenge our dead
Blood demands blood
Alone, against the world
We stand
And vanquish all
Who invade our land
Through a hail
Of grenades and scuds
We reclaim
The City of Blood
The West
And their puppet Saddam
Are no match
For Mother Iran
By the blood of پارس
خلیج فارس
Forever ours
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Crawling on battered knees
Through this trench
Of grisly screams
Broken men share dismal stares
Their ravaged minds
Beyond despair
Visions of atrocity
Prey upon
Their sanity
Terror forged by vacant eyes
Chemical burns, scorched remains
Ceaseless mounds of children slain
Forever bound unto
These phantoms of doom
Dwelling in hidden wounds
Vengeful hands clench loaded guns
And take aim
At بعثی scum
Ensanguined earth, empty shells
The filth of man
That covets Hell
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حلبچه / Halabja
06:57
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Come and see
Adam's nature
Absent pretense
Come and see
His base instinct
His true intent
Come and see
The wisdom of
Satan's defiance
Made in His image
Are the tanks
And the bombs
Made in His image
Are the slaughter
And the rape
Made in His image
Are the Tabun
And the Sarin
Filling the infant's lungs
"Freedom isn't free"
Chemical arms
Democracy's
Currency
Ghastly laughter
Envenomed skies
The mouth of hell
Opens wide
Scalding emerald
Spews from their throats
On baleful fumes
The newborns choke
The putrid stench
Of seething flesh
Bodies shrouded
In noxious death
Wailing mothers
Fading breath
A silent city
Stands bereft
As the children
Collapsed and writhed
With craven silence
The world replied
Their shrieks of fear
Their blinded eyes
The world complicit
Scorned their cries
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