Sacrifice those blind to the colour of mourning
That sat and watched the continuation of genocide
They will face their questioning in the grave
This thorn I have in my side comes from the blood that seeps through crevices
Filtered through the disregard in the absence of the compassionate
At the time when the sword meets the skies blinding sunrise
Fury burns inside as you mourn for those who kill your own
Callously, showing no remorse as they butcher the children of the east
Showing no remorse, they bleed in the shadows
and you continue to disregard your people
the light engulfs the sky, clouds turn to fire, the fire burns
my people delivered from annihilation
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