Seven stories of heartache
Left from the hundred-ten
Of those two mighty towers
Never to be seen again.

For thousands who have perished
And the loved ones they leave
A monument to all of us
Who shed our tears, and grieve.

In its eerie setting
There was a sort of beauty
Standing guard over those
Who died doing their duty.

There are heroes by the hundreds
And some stories, never known
But in God's Cathedral
They will sit upon His throne.

The civilized among us
Will make you rue this day
And you'll find it won't be worth
The price, you'll have to pay.

Some say they are holy wars
But that mighty supreme being
Must be cringing from the sights
That He has been seeing.

I bet He never dreamed
That He'd created such as you
That the Devil could possess
And make you do what you do.

He didn't create life on Earth
To destroy one another
You might think you'll go to Heaven
But, you'll end up in the other.

When people kill their fellowman
In the name of their Maker
All of them end up as
The worst kind of forsaker.

Religious zealots have killed more
Than, for any other reason
And it has been the worst kind
Of, what some may call treason.

An affront to all that's right
That's decent and humane
Strong beliefs are okay
Until, they become, INSANE!

You didn't strike America
You hurt every human soul
And you gave us all resolve
To thwart your evil goal.

You are less than animals
Worse than rats from the sewer
A mutant of our species
That this world has to endure.