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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

March 21, 2003

Copyright © 2003 by Nicholas Alexander
first published on Chaos & Matter, 2003