Misunderstood are the followers of Cain that they may not look upon Abel Or turned into stone or pillar of salt
Might it be found by any fault that all men are scorned and not one but all roses thorned
Forged from the blood and heat of my keeper my faith in love and peace grows deeper
And when thus has passed and lord and land are menial I feel rapture critical
Be the hate in the world like the stone in the field
If not cared the earth shall open her mouth and receive the blood of our brethren
Thus we shall care and we must bare to the end!
O, I say unto you that you can fall back and hide from the world until thine pain is gone
The earth is not bad she is our mother of all and she loves no matter how badly appalled
It is up to us to uphold and walk as gentleman death is so bold
To my Lord who favor my brother I shall now look to the outside world
I am of the world yet could not be further from it
On Camel back we move and move because the lies she said have been proved
To my Lady Land and God the lord it is you who shall yield the sword
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