And We stood there with our hair dishevelled,
our breath heavy, our big eyes, watchful but not watery
observing
As they tore down our house, they stole the lives out of my friends and trampled on their bodies rejoicing quick hate.
Is there no calm, no love in our big eyes which are, instead
filled with shame and bitter memories, now.
We stand by your name, living with just quick hate.
Where we shall bear witness to the promised day written into the canvas of eternity,
When the gigantic hills of tyranny get blown away like cotton, the earth will shake under our oppressed feet
From the house of god, all idols of falsehood will be cast out, the faithful, will be placed on our high thrones.
Thats how hate was born.
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