Another night in Paris, but different than the ones before. Left with love to conquer, the terror knocking on the door. I hope this won't discourage, Liberty, where it was born. For hatred is an energy not within, when we are born. It's harnessed by a twisted way. A path, that lost souls sometimes take. Lambs brought to the slaughter. Brainwashed, to the point of hate. Where every single drop of blood, is washed away with so called faith. Yet I pray for all the victims, not to a God that will dictate I pray to what's within us all, The love that is the only way. A prayer to **** the hatred. A guiding light to show the way.