We "won the War"
We made a temple to thieves
Enshrining the great criminal who promised heaven without God.
If we had sight to seem
To see the seven seas could cease to be
Or freeze in me
We'd shake this sudden sundering and subsequently
Cross the strait
And traverse the wastes.
We'll beat your rifles to shovels
And dig a proper grave for our sons
With the wall we built:
Apostate to the State,
Witness to the Dead ⁸:
For you know only a heap of broken Image ⁹
And when you rid this earth of God we shall shelter Him underground ¹⁰.
Fall into the coldest wastes of humanity -
Darkening circles fed by deepening graves. "Death solves all problems,"
Your heart is a statistic
No mother, no resistance... but still she precludes the grave.
With the walls we built: