Nothing Say Nothing

Zion — breath on each tongue — comfort to those walking through the darkness.

In a time bending to nowhere, where nothing could survive except for the very things meant to survive, it was then the people were made ready, refined into what had been promised in a promised land. Say nothing of a time bending towards nothing—let it break, oh Zion, let it burn.

From the ashes, a New America will be born. A coalition made of its people, of their Creator, carpenters born to etch their names on the foundation of their homeland, Zion.