article_snippet.sent: The sound of gun rattle sends a rush, soothing .
article_snippet.sent: I want to be purified with every breath, every sweat, every echo, every harakah .
article_snippet.sent: The urges reincarnate into rebellion, into physical hunger, social incompetency .
article_snippet.sent: The sweat of my efforts choke, wet strokes of vapour from a cloud .
article_snippet.sent: I peril through the wilderness as it's a part of me .
article_snippet.sent: As I swing on a hammock between date palms, I drop bombs .
article_snippet.sent: Hit cloud nine with the smell of turpentine, nations wiped clean of filthy shrines .
article_snippet.sent: Running in half excitement, half regret, index finger to sky, a bulletproof vest .
article_snippet.sent: I steel from the greedy the remnants of my fitrah and run into the dungeon of death .