our ancestors once lived in the wilderness
encamped before a mountain
God has taken them away
from slavery and poverty
on eagle's wings
to Himself
He built them a house
for them to be priests among nations
a Holy Nation,
and then
they have forgotten
their violence begets a thousand other
violence
and the killing and dying and chasing and blaming
seem to be
forever
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