Let's be honest, America.

[Wyrd of Gawd]

That's what you see
Just medals and scars

It's not a game. When bombs fall, and soldiers shoot, people fall and die. From their blood, misery is born. Part of it turns into ISIS. Another part turns into me. In shock and awe, the rest parts -the bigger part- remains crippled; unable to function.

Nobody said Arabs and Muslims have no mistakes.
But some people don't understand what war means. What death means. How blood smells. 

Some don't. Or could I say many?

You can't get into paradise unless you're dead.  You do want to go to paradise, don't you?