Holy Land

​Six-hundred shattered bodies 

Lay about the weeping sand
A fractured spring oozes hope

Upon the remorseless bastion

Sheltering the soul of the pretender
A momentous miscarriage 

To place such faith upon

The shoulders of Zion

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