This is my heart, this is my flesh
Not for sale to an empire growing
Hungry for a vessel to continue the killing
And everything that’s beautiful will be buried by its sound
The sound of falling down
And never getting back up again
We shrink our hearts in anger to add more kindling to the human fire
We burned the beds while sleep stood still inside genocide trails
For years to come our flesh will make their currency till face is saved
Our lives and fates are not commodities to be put at stake
I hear the sound of the breaking out
Of souls of the recent departed
Our war is faith, faith based we will find a better way
To peace, so pure it will stop the burning of the world
Am I strong enough to follow action?
And claim that faith has made me active
When my father came to the United States, he sold his body just the same
And how could he fight when that’s four years down the drain?
Jesus, will you help find what appears to be a lack of faith
If I do believe, would you even come back to this place?
With no one as my witness, put nails through my arms and I will not ask for forgiveness
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