Descendants of Cain

Banished to barren lands
Death of sons, rape of daughters, eating their own kind
In their strife to survive 

Now in the land of plenty
Begotten through murder
Pride to hide the grief
Anger to hide the fear

Yet in the dead of the night
When the muddled words fail to bring comfort
When gluttony fails to fill the hunger
And the burning village fails to give warmth

It only takes to face the mirror
And forgive.
You were not bad my child
Just stupid


video recommendation: search for scientific adam, a documentary 

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