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Jerusalem
Jerusalem, in the white of night, with all the ages steeped upon your shoulders, and the tombs of fading kings; history has been unkind to thee, and the desert sea laden with endless enemies ---- thou shooting star who shawn too bright! ---- how wan the dying rose with Mecca roaring in the wind! how it whispers a new witchcraft.... A new shackle the zealots bring, on hallowed ground.... where angels fear to tread, lest they spill blood, like the lot of man, the rockets shall bring peace, they say! and from the east the Palestian, crushed like grapes in a winepress, betwixt Hebrew and madmen; 'O Jerusalem, how the Lillie's lilt in thy wan shadow, how the purge of men shudders to hear your final breath.... no sun shines on thee like a risen Christ; no banner he bears but love, no weapon formed but wisdom to silence paranoia; lay down your swords, and he shall rebuild thee in three days 'O Jerusalem, you old arrid hero, who needs but the nectar of peace to heal thy ancient bones, an old name whispers on the wind.....
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