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Possessed by the devil,
I strode out to do evil,
With enmity written large on my face,
Somebody has to be clad in death’s embrace.

Just yesterday a child became an orphan,
And a couple were worried by the ransoms burden.
The fetters of depression behold the city,
Where everyday criminals like me enter captivity.

Karachi, Karachi of yore
Shall not surface, will not surface
Whilst I trigger my double barrel bore.