Wasteland Redux

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 who saw the end of God: Wasteland. The flag will fall with the wall we built: Wasteland.Apostate to the State, Witness to the Dead: For you know only a heap of broken Image and when you rid this earth of God we shall shelter Him underground.Fall into the coldest wastes of 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.They saw the end of God: Wasteland. The flag will fall with the walls we built: Wasteland.