Traitor they called him
Apostate from the faith
Cast out from the chosen
Banished from the elect
A powerful symbol for those
Who would see his nation saved
A powerful warning for those
Who would see it intact
As he preaches on the mount
Covered with bodies of his nation
Does he feel a twinge of regret
Or see only the gold-gilt dome
That sees both the he that was
And the he that is
As equally guilty

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