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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We've dreamed in vivid shades of shame, These thousand years since we did fall; Our visions feast on hate and blame The cost; our power, pride and all Oh, why did you forsake us then? Did we lose our faith, then lose your way? We fell as angels, now merely men We once believed; have we turned away? Have we lost the lessons that you taught Of love and peace and pride and virtue? These precious things that can't be bought Now when we dream, it's not of you The devils live now in our dreams They taunt and tear away our reason These jackals feast upon our screams They scourge our souls; they say for treason They tell us we must smash our brothers Take all from them that they possess Kill their children, kill their mothers Kill them if they won't confess They tell us we must raze their cities Burn their homes and scorch the earth Take all they have and show no pity Leave them, as us; of little worth Take down the signs that they were men Take back what was, take what will be Take all that shows that they have hope, then Take back from them, that they are free Once, we lived so proud and virtuous Once, our hearts were wise and strong Now, we run in packs, so merciless Now, we use our strength for wrong All was taken, from our people All will be taken back again Fear's our temple; Hate's the steeple Those dreams have driven us insane
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