Fall of truth

A bearded man fought for his useless truth

In blazing skyscrapers with vaporous bodies

In a fall of truth struck by planes of beards

When in direct contact with a burning god

And fair maidens dancing in fire and water.

We have not made war nor burning enemies.

It is  God who did it, blue as our empty sky.

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