The Sons of Cain

The sons of cain

A blow of sephte
And cain killed his brother
And insurrection against
The tiranny of god
Cain worked the land
And his hands were in shreds
His brother bred cattle
And didn't need to work hard
An altar was raised
And good fruits were burnt
But god ignored cain's sacrifice
And laughed
He'd rather taste
The blood of the animals
That abel slaughtered
And offered to him

Frustation
And enby were sent by god
When abe laughed
And mocked cain's effort
Cain raised his scythe
And reaped a different fruit
His bloody stained hands
Were a proof of his crime
All the people who know not frontiers
Have a mark
On their skins to be identified
Like cain they were betraped by god
And we are all the
Sons of cain ...