Minarets of Hatred

Can't run can't hide, fear resides
Blood sweeps bruised hides

Wounded battered can't speak
No one cares none hear cries

Minarets of hatred rise high
Pretence abound, the soul dies

Looking for solace from idols
Following the path made of lies

Boundless abyss of ignorance
They fall oblivious of demise

Friend or foe cognition forsaken
Bare deception clouds naive eyes

Those who seek truth find it
Absolution comes to the wise

Love for All Hatred for None
Answer stares you in the eyes



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