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Through the years you hunted me
Your sword and spear pierced through me
Leaving no mark of wound to show
But in me many flow
From which I couldn't flee.

Flee! Flee!!, I plead myself
Yet still I stood like a deaf
Tis a battle I must fight
Battle! Till the day is bright
Enough of hidings like an elf.

Get thee behind me!
Thence I command thee
Think I've heard enough of you
Least of all my nephew.
You've brought me nothing but misery.

I forbid you till "Yom Kippur"
For all, you've plundered and devoured
But in me, hope sprout
News they now speak about
For in me, you are no more.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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