Surrender To The Sun
In a blanket I walk, slowly figthing the wind
wrapped in it's warmth holding tight to the skin
strapped within to battle the gusts of gale
thrusting sand that cuts my veil, I clutch my sail
I must not fail, I must prevail in my mission
with sandblasted vision I scope and I listen
impeded by hissing rumbles from grains of sand
whirling tornados in my ears on the planes I stand
so windy and cold, I've sinned, so I'm told
my skin must scald down to my heated soul
my plight is sunburn by daylight
frostbite by moon's night, but on I fight
as I strike a step right in my life
atone for my sins so that the people realise
when they cast me out to the heat of these skies
as the sun blazes it's rays, it sprays it's hazes
with days of crazy lasers it glazes my face with
the syrup of punishment, I'm repenting for them
I hold no resentment for them, no temper to stem
I do this with glee, for you as for me, for Allah
for the people of the land to see pure valor
I'll never be a father but I will be a martyr
I'm strapped to blast with fuse and starter
ready to ignite an army and make them all goners
seeking my target like Arnie did Sarah Conners
but my target isn't classified primary status
I'm to take out the first mass appearance of haters
the soldiers that invade the land I'll die for
intruders that I hate straight down to my core
....TO BE CONTINUED?...