For the Faith

November 3, 2013

As if their concentration camps weren't enough,

Now they have to shove big guns in our faces.

They do not care if we cry,

They do not care if we die.

All they care about is extinguishing our religion and race.

They're afraid.

They're afraid of our religion expanding.

They're afraid.

Theyr're afriad of our religion reaching new heights.

But I'd rather be dead than here,

Because I no longer have faith for this awful world.

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