Playing the shofar and also the flute
Its a contest to win the Creator
Your back staring at their holy book
Steals the nap of their holy volcano
But their tongues remain 'HOLY'
They love the Creator but burn his Creations
Provoke a dragon but question not their holy route
Else you shall meet your ancestors
HE is Love, Peaceful and Holy
But for Him, the line is drawn
And the war begins
Rehearsals of Armageddon they enact
The swords are naked, the laws are broken
Yet they are 'HOLY'
Perceive the aroma of their love, no taste
Its stuck on their tongues, no deeds
After worship its war time
One looks East the other looks Up
Re christen him as ownership seal
They mind not to pull the sword if you question their 'God'
Their holiness is hot, so test it not
Its a war to own the Creator
See them in spotless garments
Only them know the truth, anything but the Truth
So help them God
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