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
