That glaze upon your face shares it’s disbelief, the cries in your calls for the pound of flesh you seek in relief. Among the Bible’s old testaments you claim it be thy father’s will, an eye for an eye along with the blood you are planning to spill.

Then lay thy hand upon your brother with a cold heart filled with ill will, the old testament passages gathered upon a fork tongue lay bitter long after the kill. Sadly we no longer turn the other cheek, there must be vengeance! now who is really the weak.

 

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