Lost tribes of Israel: Jacobs sons
fighting still in the cradle of humanity.
Twelve original siblings now full of atomic evil:

A rivalry of Biblical proportions.

(May a boat come soon..)

Nuclear stone-age rewind:
A new world chaos in hieroglyphic minds~
Soon nothing is left behind,
but small white paper boats
we tend on the altar,

a post-atomic message:

LISTEN TO ME, sons of Jacob:
Hear our ancestors voices moan:

May a boat come soon
and carry us to Jerusalem.
Son's of Abraham by Rajean Gallagher