The wall fell down 
the words fell down 
the Walls fell down 
the Word fell 
Child picked up the pieces 
stuck them together along 
broken edges draws 
narrow conclusions 
his father's last words 
fight to the death, son 
honour your father 
with the destruction 
of our enemies 
the ground is too full of our dead 
our ground shall hold the blood 
of the hordes of hell 
Son, you may choose to live 
in universities, become a doctor or a thief 
but one thing is sound, and thats your belief 
that anything against the Word 
is evil 
believe the world is but an illusion 
to mask our delusion 
like a game 
you get a lot 
if you die, carrying a sword 
in the name of God 
14:30pm 
March 21, 2003
Copyright © 2003 by Nicholas Alexander
first published on Chaos & Matter, 2003
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