They hear my words
From down wind.
They're here in herds
Yet still they sinned.
Look at my face
Then at yourself.
Is there a resemblance?
Carefully place
Guns on the shelf.
Where’s your benevolence?
You're not a dove,
Despite your tries.
But I see love,
In your sad eyes.
I wanted them to live a life like mine.
A simple life of love;
Of honesty.
But they just consume the bread and wine.
Obsessed with above,
And of me.
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