Cain's reflection
In the center of the earth darkness
Reside and wrapped its face
A creature of thousand years of age
Of no human language can address
In the fortress of wealth and beauty
Found its place seated cruelly
Griping they grasping full and
Wanting for more
And takes hold the little you own
Even blood if that would be the measure
In the morning you will see this beast
Naked nor fashioned in different places
But at sun down the burning eye
Consume till your soul dies
“Listen Israel”! Be on your guard
You may never know the time
He will strike, our beloved murderous child
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