We walked in silence,
And up the hill as son and father
To that sacred place
We walked, we didn’t talk
About the end
My face was clear
I wondered if what I believed was true
And on,
The summit
The sacrifice was due.
Why this vengeance?
Why this love?
Don’t let, your dagger fall,
I’ll let your faith stand tall
I’ll walk the hill,
I’ll walk for you.
I’m ready to be sacrificed
My love for you and love for God,
Still hoping that what I believed was true.
And on
The summit,
The sacrifice was due
And then my hand was stopped.
And up the hill as son and father
To that sacred place
We walked, we didn’t talk
About the end
My face was clear
I wondered if what I believed was true
And on,
The summit
The sacrifice was due.
Why this vengeance?
Why this love?
Don’t let, your dagger fall,
I’ll let your faith stand tall
I’ll walk the hill,
I’ll walk for you.
I’m ready to be sacrificed
My love for you and love for God,
Still hoping that what I believed was true.
And on
The summit,
The sacrifice was due
And then my hand was stopped.
It’s been several years,
Still we haven’t understood;
The war against aggression,
The war against another book
And who wrote the Word for you,
And which mouth piece said,
“The end is nigh!
There’s much to do!
It’s us or them
Who would you choose?”
And still they write the words for you,
And still they claim that they
Are guided by your divine light,
To lead us to our divine right
And they congregate,
And so they sit and plot
The sufferance of humankind
The chosen bloom;
The others rot
Can you see from where You are?
Are we numbered like the stars?
We’ve been trampled for too long
The high price of divination.
Still we haven’t understood;
The war against aggression,
The war against another book
And who wrote the Word for you,
And which mouth piece said,
“The end is nigh!
There’s much to do!
It’s us or them
Who would you choose?”
And still they write the words for you,
And still they claim that they
Are guided by your divine light,
To lead us to our divine right
And they congregate,
And so they sit and plot
The sufferance of humankind
The chosen bloom;
The others rot
Can you see from where You are?
Are we numbered like the stars?
We’ve been trampled for too long
The high price of divination.
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