Ninevah beckons, but I turn my face,
I run away for fear of the things I can’t trace.
The truth is scarier than false god’s sin,
So I run to them rather than lose my lace.
The bell of loneliness rings-
A cheer of unity flies high with wings,
If only we acknowledge our suffering, in grace,
Then heavenly tunes we can thus together sing!
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 12:55 AM UTC
Ninevah beckons, but I turn my face,
I run away for fear of the things I can’t trace.
The truth is scarier than false god’s sin,
So I run to them rather than lose my lace.
The bell of loneliness rings-
A cheer of unity flies high with wings,
If only we acknowledge our suffering, in grace,
Then heavenly tunes we can thus together sing!
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