I see a line—I see men dressed in black, under the black banner. Under the black banner, banner of the Grail. I see a line. I see the Babel tower in Brussels, I see the tower burned—I see its windows shattered, I see an offering to Brueghel. I see a girl on the street, I see her body frozen in twisted motion—I see her body sprinkled with glass. I see the banner of the Grail. I see a mosque burned to the ground, I see it burned—I see the burnt-out cars, I see the banner of the Grail. I see men dressed in black.
I see twelve, twelve for the Grail; twelve in black, under the black banner—banner of the Grail. I see a hooded Mason; I see plastic wrist-ties, I see a public hanging—I see a public hanging, under the banner of the Grail. I see documents published, I see archives plundered—I see exposure, under the banner of the Grail. I see twelve, twelve in black—under the banner of the Grail. I see tracer bullets, I see a sunken boat—I see men in black, under the banner of the Grail. I see Africa die, I see her bleed—under the banner of the Grail.
I see a line—I see men dressed in black, under the black banner. I see David’s Star shatter, shattered by black—shattered under the banner of the Grail. I see Jerusalem, I see her freed—I see Jerusalem in black, see the black banner. I see black, Bible black, speak in Jerusalem black—under the banner, banner of the Grail. I see Christ in Jerusalem, black—I see the banner black, I see the banner of the Grail. I see Zion fall black—I see the banner, under the banner of the Grail. I see a studio burn black, I see palm trees flame black—I see it fall black, under the banner of the Grail. I see.