Leader
The weight beheld his shoulders slump,
The cries this world on him so dump,
Threats beseige his state that made,
His own lay wait with graveyard spade.
Prayers abound a'lofties roof,
His tears and toil in blood-sweat proof,
Strength beheld a'lonely road,
All against him and his firey sword.
To lay waste his life his enemies cry,
His own - forked tongue treachrously lie,
His downfall their glory beheld they say,
But lest they know their deeds belay.
In the end his crown and septre's gone,
A new age begins, a' bloodied dawn,
Thought they outsmart a leader's crown,
The state now they ran a'ground.
Behold chaos rules in rulers place,
Come what may! Innocence chase,
Crime rose high and all a' blast,
Into the lake of sufer and fire a' cast.
True to this death, a sacrifice to all,
The leader's nerve he held to answer God's call,
In the end his duty due dealt,
Now a' present pains, his people did felt.
Remose and regret darkened their mind,
But words of those bloody communists - they blind,
What is sown, reaps a' slow,
The earth's belittled, human life stooped a' low.
Now shackles shake, and mountains tremble,
God's punishment ran its course, communism's now feeble.
In the end the pundits write,
Like grass that cuts concrete, the darkness made bright.
But Darkness' not gone, a wounded beast rose,
The call of Baphomet, have dealt the world blows,
False Prophet that came, a man unknown,
Claims of Holiness, but rotten to the bone.
Candies wrapped around a' filth,
Presented as holy, humans did wilt,
The world beheld this great blasphemous beast,
That hold's hostage men, upon their flesh it feast.
But in the end God will save,
Remember! For on the cross his life he gave,
Laid down for us sinners be, that precious life lowered eternally,
The true leader's call, in-war, politics and scantity.
Defeated in polls, Oh how lost our souls,
See not the truth, A brood of wipers await,
Control names their game, body - mind and soul defame,
The enemies' teeth gnashes iron, the devil roaring a' roming lion.
Beware of whom you set a' throne, Flesh held happy souls be' groan,
Not knowing truth from lie, a zeal of all,
Wisphers of the devil, igonring God's call,
In the end those who stray, in the lake of sufer and fire will fall.
Hold high your true leader, your captain-general's hand,
Pray for him to protect your land,
And in the end you will see,
God's kingdom come on earth eternally!
Copyright © Viktor Horvath Eisenstein | Year Posted 2023
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