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Your death is their religion

Do you hear the gunshots?

Can you feel the bullet?

When you approached death,

Were you raised on a pulpit?

 

Did you die in shame-

or happiness?

Did they bury your body

with tenderness?

 

Did they lay your head

on your mother\'s chest?

Did your father cry

and start an inquest?

 

Did they start a revolution

painted in lurid red?

Did they build a confessional

where all the sinners pled?

 

Do you hear the prayers

murmured by every widow

Do you hear the chants:

\"All hail the almighty hero!\"

 

Do you hear the rumors

whispered by the dead:

\"The whole world ended

In a noble bloodshed.\"