Lucifer feasts at the table
Gorging himself
For everyone to see
Crushing bones
And sucking marrow.
Meanwhile his servants
Drool and wait
Fighting over the scraps
Falling on the floor.
We are sold out
And sold, for nothing at all
With scraps to the banker
And a scraps to the CEO.
The blood of others
Has filled every cup
As the sacrifice of ages
Dribbles down his chin.
A good plan is never secret
But theft, is by sleight of hand
And no one knows what evil men do
Bullied, black mailed or bought.
The days pass over
Seventy and Seventy one
But, still we forget
All that was,
And is.
Then, they charged up the beach
In the light of the day
Straight ahead
And into the teeth.
But today, the good are mocked
As the soldiers climb the walls
In the dead of the night
And hiding in the shadows.
Sneaking in
And multiplying
Spreading like a cancer
To kill and destroy.
By hook and crook
The gates are left open
Using the foolish and complicit
For everything they can.
More and more brazen
And more and more violent
As the numbers increase
They grow ever more bold.
It is no accident
And it is no joke
The mocking words of evil
Filled with hatred
And contempt.
Let them also be swallowed
And let them, also be consumed
Exposed and punished
In the bowels of hell.
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