A day of visitation.

Magor misabib!!!
Terror all about!!!
the streets are filled with blood.

A mother stares in disbelief,
at a corpse where her boy once stood.

Their guns spit their fire,
while their mouths spit their hate

without all regard for an innocent's fate.

But we will not sit by, and watch freedom die
we will not be held hostage through fear!

and though terror you be, don't tread on me-

For Vengence cometh from far and near!