RING-RING-RING! The bells sung the holy night.

How could chaos go past the naked eye?

As shadows came in, stealing the pure light.

Two faiths clash like storms beneath the same sky.

Their diverse identity, will it stand?

The pleas of the innocent grew louder,

As blood drips from what was once a pure hand,

Such a waste of high heroic power.

Same nationality, different allies.

Politics are so quick to be heroes,

The same old grudges linger as time flies.

The peace hangs by a thin thread as time flows.