7.1 - Final Question
Courageous stormed the patriot
Towards the enemy line
To defend his nation,
Attacking was just fine.
The question that obsessed him
When a bullet crushed his spine:
"Would I be here too if this world
Were ours, not yours or mine?"
Devoted knelt the terrorist
To thank his mighty Lord
Who he would meet in person,
At halfway flight on board.
At 13.000 feet (explosion)
Heaven was next-doored.
Impossible to miss it,
Promised the holy word.
The question that remained was:
Was he going home?
The martyr, sent by Mekka,
The Hand of God, from Rome,
Will they find a welcome
In Frankie's Pleasuredome?
At too-late in the evening,
The businessman closed up.
The profit of the product,
The Cupid of the Cup.
The stroke struck unexpected,
When entering his pub.
Was health a solid enter-price
For members of the club?
The flag showed, clear and clever,
The finish of the race.
The flowers and the glory,
Two kisses on his face.
The pissing contest, later,
Was messed up in a maze.
The drugs were undetectable.
The test was a disgrace.
At 180 BPM
His heart dropped, stopped its pace.
The question of the winner
Was answered with a space.
Whatever great conviction,
How holy our beliefs,
They shrink to tiny tinkles
Compared with final griefs.