This is where the dream ends
where the soul of every man and woman is broken
where you carry your crippled children in hope
and lay them down to die
salvation does not came
where the worth you have
placed upon your life is finally
revealed as nothing
your weeping and wailing shall assauge no god
let these words echo deep in your heart
for you shall hear
again and again
cease your weeping and wailing
no one can hear you
my words will cut your flesh like a knife.
can pray to God
You can pray to Allah
He will not hear you
he cannot hear you
your empty prayer
like some infected junkie
searching for a fix.
God is a needle
God is rasted razor
the filth in this
Children, I call you to war
was it for this your ancestors died?
Was it for this the land was stained blood
Here and now we face the end of all things,
the final and the absolute.
Planting seeds within
the nuclear generation,
planting hope where there was none.
A hope that we may sweep all beforens and crush their memory.
The say there is nothing left in
this world worth fighting for, nothing left in this world to dying for...
This is a lie.
There is so much to fight for, so much to
There is one true enemy in this world,
do i need to say it ? do I need to stain the air with it's name ? to soil the
page ?A father sees his children cry out, blind they flock, dead to the
world. He sees his women, wailing and weeping. The mothers of
all tragedy and I your brother a broken man curse the day I was born. I ask, what price the
martyred man ? who's hand is turned by the
grinding wheels of history. I ask, a simple question. Who shall stand and who shall fall, whose deeds shall
become song and who's words
shall become song ?...