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From the High Altar,
crowning his Imperial City of Gold,
The Anointed One proclaims :
A Holy Crusade shall vanquish the infidel hordes!
The One True Sword shall smash a million scimitars!
The Cross shall prevail forever !
And Democracy , our true and living gospel,
shall reign supreme
The Chosen People ,
keepers of the Divine Flame
Beloved by God and Blessed by Mammon-
rally to the clarion call
from on high.
Their hails resound,
rending the skies,
making the very heavens tremble.
Huddled beyond the pale ,
the poor , downtrodden millions
in utter terror quailing ,
wait for the axe to fall .
The streets of Empire reverberate
to the tramp of marching legions,
battle standards held aloft ,
flags whipping in the breeze, yet again.
The flower of the youth of Empire-
human fighting machines all,
trained to kill and give no quarter,
gripped by a raging thirst for action,
seized by a crazed lust for blood-
strut down to their ships .
The awesome armada of Empire,
slices through the towering billows ,
relentlessly bearing down
upon the ancient lands,
a world away -
where the millions cower
numbed beyond terror,
the only prayer on their lips
a prayer for the dying
..Grieving through His Infinite Agony,
The Christ whispers from the Cross -
Father forgive them
for they know not what they do