The Second Falling of Zion King
Detonate with joy, Daughter Zion!
Howl into the abyss, Jerusalem!
Not humble, but cornered,
Straddling the arc of a fatal payload;
Throned upon the fuselage, the cold steel of the bomb.
“I shall reap the Palestinian children from the olive groves,
And dissolve the Republics in their desert dust,
till the very concept of Battle kneels before me.”
He shall decree a Great Burning unto the region.
His tyranny shall bridge the rising tides,
From the River to the scorched ends of the Earth.
As for you, because you offered a liturgy of blood,
I have unchained the demons from the dry tankers.
Return to your craters, you prisoners of the Void;
Even now I declare: I shall restore to you double the ruin.
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