Blood of the Sacrificed
The Blood of the oppressed will flow to a free life.
In their lost hope, they struggle with costly strife.
To the people of stone-cold hearts of indifference.
Listen to the cry of your heart with loving presence.
Break it open to help, and with them we sing their song.
Let them know that they are deeply loved and belong.
When your fear transforms into a sacrifice for all you love.
They will be filled with joy as they release their fallen as doves.
Humanity was never meant to be downtrodden as a way to live.
It is meant to thrive as a beautiful life, willing to love and give.
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