curse of the first fruits

If truth was told in the beginning i could have killed the spirit of death.
Annihilate its offsprings and choke the demons of their last breath.

The truth is that truth is hidden from me so im an inheritor of a curse.
The convincing lies they tell are a bases of this tragedy that hurts.

We are spiritually disorientated, we are everything but one.
We are abandoned wandering, wondering and pondering evil done.

When a man's dignity and pride is degraded, hope is crushed.
A monstrous beast is created, breeds hatred and dwells in trash.

Defenseless children are snatched by the devil into the wilderness.
Mothers and young women are wickedly forced upon, left with soul killing emptiness.

The violence has been stirred and now its subtly rooted in our souls and minds.
The self-destructive energy we emanate is caused by evil done in olden times.

The spirit of death bred its offsprings that is now with us in all we are.
They crippled our brave men and courageous women so we wont go far.

The treacherous settlers killed our souls to die a spiritual death.
Our ancestors' lost souls wander the universe awaiting to unleash their wrath.

There is nothing the children of light can do with the cursed truth.
We still pray and praise the lord for blessing us, his first fruits.