Blood on Your Hands

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Eris Discordia

Eris (; Greek: Ἔρις Éris, "Strife") is the Greek goddess of strife and discord. Her Roman equivalent is Discordia, which means the same. Eris's Greek opposite is Harmonia, whose Roman counterpart is Concordia, though she is also described as opposing Nike, counterpart of the Roman Victoria. Homer equated her with the war-goddess Enyo, whose Roman counterpart is Bellona. The dwarf planet Eris is named after the goddess. She had no temples in ancient Greece and functions essentially as a personification, as which she appears in Homer and many later works. more »

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You claim to fight for freedom, you're a puppet on a string
Iran pulls all your wires, while your kids suffer and bleed
Launched your assault, killed innocents in their beds
Then you idiots took hostages, martyr yourselves instead
Blood on your hands, Hamas, the blood of Gaza's sons and daughters
Blood on your hands, Hamas, you're drowning in the slaughter
You're no resistance, just a tool of foreign powers
Selling out your people, for a nice car and some flowers
When Israel came knocking, you cowered underground
Letting Gaza burn, while you hurt the ones you found
A real man would have freed the hostages without a harm
A real man would have faced his crimes by his own gun
Blood on your hands, Hamas, the blood of Gaza's sons and daughters
Blood on your hands, Hamas, you're drowning in the slaughter
You're no resistance, just a tool of foreign powers
Selling out your people, for your twisted ivory towers
Gaza bleeds, Gaza starves, Gaza's dying of thirst
While you play your games, and make everything worse
You could have been heroes, could have laid down your arms
Could have sacrificed yourselves, to protect Gaza from harm
But you're no martyrs, just cowards and some crooks
Use religion as a weapon, twist it in your story books
Eris sees through your lies, your façade of holy war
You're just a gang of ugly thugs, you're all rotten to the core
Blood on your hands, Hamas, the blood of your own freaking kin
Blood on your hands, Hamas, Eris will make you see your sins
You've sown the wind, now reap the whirlwind of discord
Taste the chaos you've unleashed, feel the wrath you can't afford
And then you'll see, a Gaza rising from the ashes
Stronger without you now because you're just a bunch of asses
Eris strikes at your lies, exposes all your schemes
Your days are numbered, really, someone should have told you that your downfall is foreseen

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