Story of Isaac

The door it opened slowly. My father he came in. I was nine years old. And he stood so tall above me, his blue eyes they were shining and his voice was very cold. He said "I've had a vision, you know I'm strong and holy, I must do as I've been told." So we started up the mountain. I was running, he was walking. And his axe was made of gold. The trees they got much smaller, The lake a lady's mirror. We stopped and drank some wine. Then he threw the bottle over, it broke a minute later and he put his hand on mine. I'd thought I'd saw an eagle, but it might have been a vulture - I never could decide. Then my father built an altar. He looked once behind his shoulder. He knew I would not hide. And you who build these altars now to sacrifice these children, you must not do it anymore. A scheme is not a vision and you never have been tempted by a demon or a God. You that stand above them now, your hatchet's blunt and bloody. You were not there before. When I lay upon the mountain and my father's hand was trembling, with the beauty of the word. And if you call me brother now, forgive me if I enquire just according to who's plan. When it all comes down to dust, I will kill you if I must. I will help you if I can. When it all comes down to dust, I will help you if I must, I also kill you if I can. Have mercy on our uniform man of piece or man of war. The peacock spreads his fan.