I went to bed with vex on my mind
When morn came I saw all that was real
The babies were gone except by decree
The hex and the pox
lies over truth
Futures foretold by the word of old
The steed of the horses pounded the ground
An illusion not to speak
The charm spilled forth as told years ago
Skin marked of Hate
a sea of blood tears
The blood of my blood weighing the scale
When the light shown down and burned their eyes
the Holy Spirit was shunned
The well of faith dry
Dilmuns streets crumbled
The silence in disbelief
The Siren called out
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