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It's amazing just how much I look like the enemy
His hatred looks so much like the hate inside of me
I've fallen like so many fools my age
Throwing stones at all who cross me
I won't become a victim of my rage
Lord, give me love for the enemy
It's expected that if you swing you'll find me swinging back
The exception is in the greatness I so clearly lack
I will learn to see you where you said you'd be
In the least of these; in my enemies
