Sirul
plays his drumbeats
Hitting
his drum to get the quick beat
He
raises eyebrows when he hits
The
rolling hits echoing in the dark chamber
The
pink lips quick to rubbish it
Telling
the reporters he knows something they don't?
The
truth is Sirul hasn't sung his song
The
lyrics yet to follow suit
The
layers of orders
In
camouflaging the real culprits
Drumming
it to raise the beats
Somebody
will not sleep tonight
The
pieces of C4
Finding
its way to rest
Until
it has found its target
The
drumbeats will roll in
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