This month is still young and might have a big bang;
or this month will pass without anger for us to remember.
But for me the day I was born was full of anger and betrayal,
The lust was forgotten but the memories still linger in the black September.
For you or just for the whole world to see.
That the month of September was meant to be;
Many sacrificed their lives for humanity and for God.
But the reaction of the world was almighty.
Two storms cleanse the south and a train killed with a text.
But humanity is still waiting for terror to strike in the heart of September.