the light of jerusalem,
calls for us
to build the last temple,
on this land
no christian, no jew, no muslim, no hebrew,
no latin, no arabic
no he, no she, no you, no they,
no yusuf, no joseph
no sons of adam,
no sons of abraham
we are just,
sons of love.
We are born as descendant of Adam...we live now in big family, and to love each other and lean, care freely...-Soul
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last temple, on this land, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , im not realy sure what i think, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,