brotheremo

thousands of years have passed since the war has begun and thousands of years will pass untill the war is done a search for your identity milk and honey that flows through the land threads of a rug facing the sunrise a rock that was built on the sand all of it lays before your eyes a war for a name and though it doesnt look like much its the thought that counts the thought of owning the thought of controlling this lonley and worthless patch of dirt that was patched together by all different religions of the earth it's here on this lonely and worthless patch of land that you can find your value find company with the all po