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Wood

I don’t know which part of me
I have come to fear
but the clash bang of the hammer
resounds within my ear

All my enemies they beset me
and in the flicker of TV’s gaze
I can feel the cold chill whistling
breathing from a thousand unknown graves

Sweet mother please protect me
for I know not where to turn
all my door locks are ghastly bolted
against the coming storm

In every colour of black
and in every hue of red
every jihad burns my children
upon a refugees bed

So my pistols I have loaded
and I cower desperate in the night
the streets so full of murder
and everyone of them thinks their right

Father please stand by me
and hold my trembling hands
tell me the wolves are only nightmares
just news clippings of the fear

I don’t know which part of me
I have come to fear
but the clash bang of the hammer
resounds within my ear

I am assaulted by this hatred
and fed the biles despair
alone within this forest
breathing the frozen air

My eyes don’t find a pathway
for all a citadel of fencing wood
and the light between the trees
I would see it if I could

Sweet Jesus please don’t nail me
upon the solid beam
don’t wake the love within me
for all the suffering I have seen

Don’t show the face of torture
please leave the blindfold on my eyes
for I’d rather live here cowering
and be comforted by the lies

I refuse to see the pathway
and prefer the citadel of fencing wood
but the light between those trees
I would see it if I could

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