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The same twisted roots from a tired seed in it's purest form,
It might provide comfort,
But it provides no comfort for me.
It's easy to deny the faintest notion of parallel or analogy,
The simple truth to Abraham became the scourge of his progeny.
It's easy to find contradiction in another's faith, another's culture,
But similarities reveal the same imposed order,
Power structures through a different lens.
The image changes but the framework remains.
Their god, their fight, their chosen plight is a single specter with different names.
You know, to see is to believe,
The skeptic, the question, our only weapon!
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