Demonology                       10/05/2020

Evil men

Hide in the shadows

Insulated by power

And shrouded in lies. 

 

Trading in poison

Too small to see

Shameless, soulless

Calculated death.

 

Nothing too low

And nothing too treacherous

Protected by firewalls

Of judicial malfeasance.

 

Layer upon layer

The gate keepers react

Obedient to their masters

For money and power. 

 

Meat puppets

Hollowed out

And dead

Dancing and singing

To a demons delight.

 

Worse than you know

The evil in their veins

Throbbing with hatred

For everything we are. 

 

They who love

Suffering

Cheer at death

For you and for me

And anyone we love.

 

What they do to one

They mean for all

Anticipating the day

That they have power

And total control. 

 

Better to face it now

Than when its too late

For who can miss

The grin behind the mask.

 

Every day a lie

And every week

A traitor

The long silent sleepers

Called in to crow.

 

Now more than ever

Pray with all your heart

No matter what is said

Or what horror they do.

 

For there is nothing

So well hidden

That it will not be revealed

And nothing so terrible

That it will not be tried.

 Bloody Fingers                             10/2/2020

 

Nothing will ever be the same

Changed forever

Willing to sacrifice many

To cover up their crimes.

 

Knowing what it cost

They go ahead and lie

Afraid of exposure

For what they themselves

Have done.

 

All that you see

And all that you hear

Everything that is wrong

And upside down.

 

None of it

Was an accident

And none a mistake

Slowly sold out

One brick at a time.

 

They prefer the dragon

And from the dragon

They were born

Children of murder

From a father of lies.

 

Usurpers from time

Immemorial

They hate God

And long to be him.

 

Burrowed in

Like a tick

Sucking blood

And selling souls.

 

To them

We are commodities

Their very currency

Human lives.

 

Spreading like a virus

Their soldiers slip in

Almost imperceptible

But exceddingly deadly.

 

Hidden in trucks

Boxes and containers

They traffic in misery

And celebrate death. 

 

Sacrificing many

Passed through the fire

The evil intent

Long ago

And far away.

 

Hiding in the dark

They have no shame

Anything to win

And anything to rule. 

 

But even their father

Must know

That he can’t change

The end

Already decided

Before it even began. 

 

Stand strong

Unwavering in truth

In spite of every lie

And every accusation. 

 

For the biggest lie

And most horrific

Deception

Is still yet to come. 

 

All the way over

And all the way done

God blesses the true

Who never lose faith.

 

Let it all go forth

As we stare into the fire

Dead level determined

No matter what

And no matter who. 

 

He who stands it now

Shall conquer all

Dead or alive

Slandered and betrayed. 

 

The Lord comes

Most assuredly so

Our tower, our rock

And our eternal

Redeemer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Red October

 Red October                    10/1/2020

Ironscribe has returned

Thanks for standing by.  this is just quick stream of consciousness.  More later.  Rob

Too small to see 

droplets float 

in the air

perfectly spread

Right on time.  

 

I knew 

it would be bad 

this year 

This time.  

 

But who knew 

by what means 

We would lose

All we gained. 

 

A perfect combination 

Not an accident at all

To benefit a few 

And the price of many.  

 

Strung out along 

a timeline 

one after another 

Hoax, murder and lies. 

 

As one failed 

another sprang up 

Heads of a Hydra 

To cover up 

our eyes.  

 

Makes murderers 

Roam the streets

Free license 

To murder 

And destroy.  

 

ugly faces 

Contorted in anger

The deranged fringe

Of bolshevick 

Dreams.   

Masked over 

And encouraged 

All for a lie 

That was never 

True at all.  

welcome to October 

Bloody red October 

When anything can happen 

Anything at all.  

Do not be surprised 

And do not be decieved 

When good they call evil 

and evil they call good.  

Bombs, germs, 

Fire, and missiles

Bullets fired sideways

Here and there.  

Hoaxes and hoaxes

But still worse may come 

As the wounded beast

backs up 

Dead level ahead.  

 

 filing out papers 

One after another 

The demonic host

Thrives on hate.

 

It could appear 

that maybe they won

But only for an hour 

Or maybe just a day.  

 

But after one or two 

three days at the most

the sudden defeat

final and complete.  

 

Wait till the end 

and stand up to the mob

now more than ever 

Pray...

 

 

Trench Art

Trench Art                  1/9/2020

Deep dull and gray

A leaden sky

Highpoint of day

Slept away

Undercovers.    

A subtle change

Of direction

As a gentle breeze

Shakes the trees. 

The last

Straggling leaves

Spiral to the ground

On a cool and crisp

Winters day.

They thought

It was inevitable

Already mapped out

The stages

Of destruction. 

Slowly chipped away

The stubborn

Rights of man

Mere obstacles

To overcome. 

The independent citizen

Free individuals

Able to question

And hold account. 

Accused and maligned

For daring to defend

A unique culture

And essential civilization.

Assaulted by the propaganda

Endlessly spewed

The vomitus of lies

That no one believes. 

So close to victory

They salivate at death

Mocking the good

And watching the clock. 

No more time

For argument

And no more room

For victim blaming.  

A time to awaken

Speak up  

And demand

Total victory

Now and forever.