Poem about the bombing that often occurs in INDONESIA.
I accept you - with my misfortune.
Before the pads went off, I can dance has not changed, I’ll be careful.
I heard of anyone who wants their last message.
But they all actually kicked me out.
But never mind, soon they will die.
Maybe they’ll come out safe from this building.
But there will be a middle finger in the middle of their eyes.
I will not stop the time that I made,
Then they finished so charred meat.
I did not explode was not matter severe
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