I killed them, murdered 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.

My death is not worth living for, if my inequities have not yet weeded out.
It was not my fault of killing my enemies
They were the menace of our country
I killed them, murdered 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,
All had finally lain down with heroic fees.
What is the purpose of my death?
You have to rationalize it!
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