This is where the dream ends where the soul of every man and woman is broken where you carry your crippled children in hope of salvation 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 them again and again cease your weeping and wailing no one can hear you my words will cut your flesh like a knife. You can pray to God You can pray to Allah to whomever He will not hear you he cannot hear you your empty prayer embrass yourself like some infected junkie searching for a fix. God is a needle God is rasted razor the filth in this world. Children, I call you to war was it for this your ancestors died? Was it for this the land was stained blood red. 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 die for. 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 ?... Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com