| Respective perspectives worshiping directives
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| Blindly killing for our dogma until our sons meet in the garden
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| Torches scald the night sky
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| The youth rise up and set their elders to the gallows
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| Fire in the lighthouse
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| All our advances, a spark away from conflagration
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| In the night, I saw you fall, oh, wicked star
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| Illuminate our hate, show us who we really are
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| Books were burned away
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| Only swords remained
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| The prophets died for peace
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| Stabbed by preying priests
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| As the wise man said
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| «I'll keep my heart and lose my head»
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| Without a neck how can I sink
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| With a millstone to the bottom of the sea?
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| The bottom of the sea
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| And I’m finding the violence, it looks like me
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| Singing songs of life
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| When all we know is death
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| A world of orphans
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| Left empty-handed
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| If love’s a sin, I’ll become a heretic
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| Recurring intervention
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| Framing the narrative to cleanse our tainted conscience
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| Harvesting destruction
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| Reaping the sow from weapons planted in the soil
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| Terrified little son
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| Encumbered by your sword
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| You can hide your fear but won’t shed the sheer
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| Weight of your own humanity, humanity
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| You can face me towards the mountains where I meet our mother’s gaze
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| Too blinded by this hatred to recognize your brother’s face
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| Singing songs of life
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| When all we know is death
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| A world of orphans
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| Left empty-handed
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| I’ll collapse, head parting from my weary shoulders
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| Seeds of life spilling from my palms
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| Subverting love will take hold in this hateful soil
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| My blood is the water
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| Inshallah, Shalom
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| Love will take hold |