_ "You must not fear death, my lads; defy him, and you
drive him into the enemy's ranks." -- Napoleon Bonaparte


Old words and proverbs lead to inevitable actions from which you learn,
a deaf ear or lazy eye turned, concern taken from the medals earned.

__ Thee Kamikazeaze Vendettatta
For better or for worse, for a vendetta or for a curse,
perverse actions spinning into factions and the reverse.
Reimburse the fractions with cheap attractions and plastic,
public reactions displayed by the decay and the drastic.
The rich enjoy light and magic, despite the hard-lived poor.
Lost cures caused by the core, lost for pioneers to explore.

No longer to map the marshes, as the taxes slowly harshen,
and I wonder what our blunders seem like to the martians.
And here I am, behind enemy lines and hiding behind blinds,
armies divide quickly as I provide an explanation as we collide.
I ride the thin line, tired after being hired for fires or for clouds,
I can imagine the tears and the frowns, as I watch the crowd.

And there it is, the object of affection that requires protection,
and my feelings begin to lessen, fingers tightening on the weapon.
Remember my name, for after this the world will never be the same,
and despite claims I'll make a difference in this long-lasting game.
I'll board the plane, slip through the defense as my heart condenses,
a blocker for the offensive, and leave the world in a series of suspenses.

Today, a plane was hi-jacked and rammed into the Twin Towers on this day of nine-eleven,
and we believe this was due to a dream of their religion that brings them to heaven.