...and there will be no last wishes,
there will be no tears,
...there will be dust and ashes,
to cloud the orphan's fears,
...death plays cards with cowards,
names on every card you'll find,
He picks and his hand is blind,
then the trigger claps,
then the empty shells fall,
and Death with hands full,stands tall..
There is no victory in hell,
hear the stories the lying killer tells
Till the next death,
We wait with red breath.
......Mumbai calling..are you listening?
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