Veiled In Suspicion
I’m feared; I’m hated for my own belief
Have to contain all my hatred inside
Lacking in love and I’m living with grief
Hope for redemption within me has died
You need me to blame me, as your scapegoat
You scorned me you made me, to hate your ways
And invented laws for cutting my throat
But you failed to see the end was ablaze
Hiding in public with eyes bowed to ground
Unseen and obscure, unknown and untrue
On tiptoes in darkness without a sound
Veiled in suspicion all movement in view
The wheel of destruction rolls down the hill,
How will it all stop, when will it be still?
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