This Hate....

Where was this Hate born? Out of Eden she came.
That single piece of fruit,
Filled with knowledge of a different tale.
As the serpent whispered bittersweet
Truths into the ear of the maiden,
How was she to know that it was Lucifer’s deceit?
And that it would one day lead the race of men,
To murder and defeat. Suffocation, Decapitation,
Someone’s last breath is being taken.
The innocent’s blood is being soaked in damp earth,
And now a lover’s Final goodbye will never be heard.
Where was this Hate forged?
Configured like a virus this poison spread,
And now the followers of Muhammad sob on bended knee.
Are our souls still worth being saved?
Ripped flesh, and bullet wounds to the head,
Someone’s mother, father, and child are presumed dead.
So, how long now before judgment day?
Cause I can feel the angel of death at my side,
And I know it’s another person’s turn to die.