In the heat of a fever
I feel my life will come to an end.
All those times of carefree,
Finally had their heroic fees.
Assess me for my good service to my fellowmen.
Cleanse my soul and free me from my agony
My death is not worth living for, if my sins have not yet obliterated.
It was not my fault of killing my enemies
They were the menace of our country
I killed them, especially those who fought with their twisted beliefs
And those who usurped our country’s territory
Spare me for the brutal killings! I did all of them not because of my personal greed
But because of my service and unconditional love
To my fellowmen in particular and to my country in general
And to my country, my death is worth remembering–just for the service
Money is nothing; it can’t be bought with happiness that I deserved till death,
My service is heartily dedicated to your country and my beloved country
In the heat of a fever
I feel my life will come to an end.
All those times of carefree,
Finally had their heroic fees.
What is the purpose of this death?
I asked myself one day,
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