Separated at Birth - Ghostlimb

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