Your church, your synagogue, your mosque
stone by stone by righteous passion rent,
dismembered to the cornerstone;
the blessed oil of its anointment
washed away with blood and curses.
Behold proud citizens of authenti-
City, our house of gods, our vain
idols of hateful self validity;
this ruin of thrown stones and corpses,
each stone a stone from our House of God.
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