zion is fled

and she's not coming back.

into the wilderness she has been driven, and she is encompassed about and lost.

her raiment is torn and no king has sent his messengers for her.

she has passed away, like a dream in the night and she has but few mourners.

those who remember are few, but they weep and moan and lament for her.

until her memory is redeemed we shall sing, waiting at the gates of the temple, but not entering therein.

we are marshalled for a day of sacrifice and glory, a day that she shall be named a new name and her seed counted a blessing unto man.

zion is fled and we cry that we are left remaining.

may we have been carried away with thee, and abandon our dross!

may we have been beaten with you, and died by your side!

alas we are left, surrounded by those entranced by the deceiver and the deceived!

they take that which is most precious and sell it for mammon and his warships!

i shall flee, though i know not where and i shall pass away a hiss and by-word among those supposing to be righteous, yet are full of dead men's bones.

i am on my way, zion