The Holy Land

It is night in the holy land. The sky has just grown dark. A thousand wars are being fought in each and every one of those sleeping. And those who are awake? They have either won. It is night in the holy land. The sky has just grown dark. In each and every one of the little houses, a thousand wars are being fought. It is a minefield stretching countless miles. Nobody wins here, you cannot see to win. There are a thousand wars taking place tonight, in the holy land. It is night in the holy land. The sky has just grown dark. In each and every one of us a war we can never win is being fought.


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