i am becoming a restless child.
i can no longer sit and listen.
your prayers are full of pride and your hearts weighed down with injustice, you embrace such as false love and peek through curtain eyelids.
judge their fruit you say and forget about your own!
what cherry tree you have chopped down, for you had not yet seen the seeds!
and alas! you had all along refused to water the roots!
blasphemy, you cry!
blasphemy, i choke back, rasped on the air of your burning vineyards.
our battle is that of a warrior and his enemy.
we will never come to peaceful terms.
but FIGHT, i am willing to DIE! for the love in me, is the love of G-D.
so fight you i must, but love you i must also.
for as much as you are my enemy, you are made of dirt and breath.
and someone died for you too.
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