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 ?...