Wrestling Jacob
My black soul, dark as the
metal crash
Early tide carries me out
this Tammuz night thrash
All our boats rise,
flooded with tears for our children
Do not mistake this for
despair, determination in this cauldron
Great is the distance in
this endurance test
Battling wasps with stings
of justice kill the pests
Enable the sword of Gideon
once more to allay
Protected by the dome,
stops the poison without delay
Traveling down this lonely
well known path of fire
Demons filled with hate,
berserk with evil desire
Wide open our eyes to
shield our young from this horror
Less is more, so pinpoint
the strikes every hour
Quiet is the Land, only
the sound of metal strings expands
Play my emotions,
sickening reality dissipates through my hands
Pain is the result when
the fever has passed, stiff fingers pried
Understand the abstract to
convert reality, to reveal who lied
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