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And while Ramallah and Moriah

Are separated vastly by time and place

The hand that held the knife was one and the same

And while the carrion differed immensely

In creed, tongue and race

Their utterings were exactly the same

Since it matters not one bit

That its original cabal

Has fallen completely silent many times since

He makes sure,

The original echoes of Gethsemane

Still ring out proudly today

Ask Cain, ask Jephthah, ask the Manasseh,

The Voice, and the commanding words they heard

Ask Jethro, ask Abraham, ask Jihadi John

The absolute will to power, and unflinching certainty

Towards their means to an end

Ask, and hear the same answer

Roll off of the same tongue

In the same mouth

Through the same throat;

Whether out of apparent mass hysteria unto Moloch

Whether out of apparent fear unto Chemosh,

Whether out of apparent lunatic idolatry, into Ben Himmon

Whether out of Jephthah's apparent, prideful gloating

It quenched His and our grand thirst,

For indeed the hand that wields and slays with this sword,

Is no more theirs but His

He makes sure,

The original cries of Jerusalem

Still ring out proudly today

Ask Abu Sayyef, ask Karpinsky Amir, ask Luttif Afif,

Ask Vasili Bloichin and ask the nurse preparing the lethal injection,

And hear the terrible voice of (Elohim)