Hey Israel!
Your walls are crumbling,
and embers are rising,
higher than you intended.
Longer than you had hoped.
Hey Israel!
You're a whore to evil,
flirting with desires,
you were never meant to have.
You were never meant to have me.
Hey Israel!
This thing called faith
isn't something to pick up and put down
at your earliest convenience.
And neither am I.
Hey Israel!
How much longer will you live
in the sin of your youth?
With emptiness in your soul?
With no destination before you?
Maybe you deserve to be left in the desert.
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