The End of Days

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It's a war on women
Existing is a crime
They kill with excuses
If we want to live, we will die

Our sweat suits or shorts
Hijabs or our hair
Are soaked with our blood
If we dared

We exist, so we are hunted
We exist, so we are raped
We exist, so we are slaughtered
We exist, so we're contained

The story isn't new
It's existed for ages
Today it's Iran
Writing history's pages

Our daughters, our sisters, our friends
Burned, beaten, killed
But fighting and unafraid
For freedom, they will


Fight on

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