Born into exile, I walk among the pillars Where our heroes fell. My head is bowed, yet Unbroken am I. I watch, Listen, learn secrets
Drove I into theHospital parking lot andThree women stood by The wall, enshawled andWailing. Against the wall theyBeat their fists, and they Entreated their GodFor
He always wanted Something worth dying for. But He was alive, in Spite of himself. He Wondered if the French Foreign Legion would take him.
Vision has become Tessellated by a mesh, Overlapping lines. Was it always this Way? Hard to tell. Yes/no. Binary logic. It goes or it does
This edifice we Perpetudinously do Preserve, through battles, Upheavals, horrors Untold, we shan’t permit the Dissolution of Our order. Justice Be forever barred from our
Part 1, following the massacre at Shechem: Exterminators!Punishers! Devastators!All you who flaunt your Contempt for the Lord!Oathbreakers! Life takers! WeLay waste to your fields! Blood