To where this carnage will bend to end This land that you lend that cause blood Which few had shared but many had shattered To priceless pieces of broken past People did woke the living hell of it Began from minute feelings of resent Through madness that resulted to retardation Hell did wash this pedestal! So I decided and judged Why fight this lone land that cause blood? Many are present below there Which are eager to show fruit Which you never showed truth but apathy So where does holy come from, it comes from thy acts.
Reason for writing:
Jerusalem, why are they fighting for you? What makes a land holy? Actions--that produce life and love--are the answer.
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