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Vanida Plamondon (AI Assisted)
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Vanida Plamondon
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November 05, 2025
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Lyrics
Verse 1
We build our walls from ancient scars,
Then light the match and call it ours,
The blood we spill just feeds the ground,
And no one hears the hollow sound.
We trade our souls for pride and fear,
And burn what truth we hold most dear,
Each war we fight just turns to dust,
While hate consumes what’s left of trust.
Chorus
Hatred brings the world so low,
Where love can’t breathe and hope won’t grow,
We tear apart what could have healed,
And call our rage a righteous shield.
Verse 2
We curse the ones who look like us,
And build our peace on ash and rust,
We call it strength, we call it will,
But it’s just hate that learned to kill.
The poor cry out, the rich look down,
And paint their thrones with others’ crowns,
We blind ourselves with borrowed pain,
And learn to love the iron chain.
Chorus
Hatred brings the world so low,
Where love can’t breathe and hope won’t grow,
We tear apart what could have healed,
And call our rage a righteous shield.
Bridge
The truth’s not lost, it’s buried deep,
Beneath the graves where we all sleep,
The hearts we break become our cage,
The world decays beneath our rage.
The louder we defend our hate,
The smaller grows the world we make,
We’re kings of ash, of ruin’s song,
And still believe we can’t be wrong.
Verse 3
The children learn the war we preach,
The walls we build, the lies we teach,
They’ll carry fire, they’ll carry pain,
And burn our world all over again.
But somewhere still, a whisper calls,
Beyond the smoke, beyond these walls,
That love’s the fight we’ve never tried,
The only war where none have died.
Chorus
Hatred brings the world so low,
Where love can’t breathe and hope won’t grow,
We tear apart what could have healed,
And call our rage a righteous shield.
Outro
So lay your weapons, break your vow,
The world can change, but only now,
Each wound we mend, each truth we claim,
Could light the dark, could change the flame.
The hate we sow will feed no throne,
We reap the grief we’ve always known,
Until we choose to end the game,
And free the world from hate’s own name.
