The Name of My Brother I Do Not Know, He Looks at Me in the Mirror
I really hate the people in the world who kill indiscriminately in the name of their God, or whatever it is they believe. You have to wonder if they in some twisted way believe that me, and people like me are just as evil as the way I see them from the other side of the fence.
Why who where are you
In my world or another
Where little girls are crushed under your hatred
Where the sky rains blood
Where the morning sun brings nothing but the fear of death
Why who where are you
In my world or another
Where our Gods use us as instruments of destruction
Where we are the weapons of war
Do you think They are so helpless??
That they resort to us to fight each other
The cruel place where you live disgusts me
Your crimson dreams of a perfect world deplete the substance of my soul
Your ability to tear the flesh of man
Your self defense of divinity
Your messenger of God who is Death obligation weakens my brain
You make me less of a man because I am like you
You diminish my worth because we are one
You bring shame to my family because you are
My father cries because of His child
The heavens shake in agony
The world screams deep of pain
And there begins a flow of blood that comes before birth
Something new is born and I fear that it will consume us all while we live
Our transgression cries out to be redeemed
But we ask not for, and we do not want the Truth
We have turned our backs
We kneel to the father of lies
Our hearts beat in unison while we follow the path of a murderer
Dark veils cover our faces our eyes and our worldview
We are chained
We are governed
We are given over to
We submit to
We adhere to
We believe in
We stand behind
We support
We hate alike in so many ways
We cannot see we are the same
We stand on different islands
We abandoned our father
We accepted one who is not our own
We follow the same path
And there begins a flow of blood……
And there begins a flow of blood……
posted by rhoggman @ 6:06 AM
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1 Comments:
theres this book i was reading the other day where people were discussing the atrocities they saw on the news and these two uys were talking and one asks the other if he thinks he could ever commit such crimes, and he said no, and then the other guy said how strange it was that we cannot fathom doing something like that, but those people are no different than us. We are all capable of such things, we are all broken. Makes me think.
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