Blood of my blood, see into our burning past. See the wounds we share, our union, the most violent opposition. Punished for seeing beyond our skin, (we all walked from the center) in defiance we retrace our steps. Vermin bury us with lies, (to destroy us from the inside out) while snakes turn our soil to ash. Intolerance sharpens like iron, the blade forged by their hands. Vengeance cast on thee, forgiveness is a disease (forced upon those held from justice, stripped of control, and chained to imposed morality) By force we compromise our soul to live this life.