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Rise this True Republic, be not afraid,
Strengthen your Loins, arm yourselves and prepare to Invade,
That Marxist-Maoist Dragon! And its Satellite states,
Whom loves death and life hates!
From this Poet you have my grace,
To march for your family and high shall hold your face,
This Bully, China must pay for the war,
They know no disgrace,
Diplomacy will fail and fail it will,
Talks with this Dragon stay stag and still!
Spare not the rod! To spoil this beast,
If though spare it, on your children will it feast,
Hold your President and stand by her,
For freedom’s sake you shed a tear!
Stand by Hong-Kong in its freedom’s fight,
Reinforce their troops, speed your flights!
For it stands a beacon of light in that valley’s dark,
A beautiful bird, a beautiful Lark!
God Blessed Hong-Kong a David’s stance,
Saint Michael kill this Dragon with your lance,
So similar shall this fight live on,
To Taiwan from Hong-Kong,
*Unite as one flesh, I decree*
As you Poet and Eurasian Emperor to be,
Don’t be afraid to raise your Flag,
Raise your voice, a’lift this slag,
Do not let this Dragon Hop,
Kill it now, its heads a’lopp!
For it dealt a heavy loss,
When it was the Soviet Cause,
Found its way a’China’s sea,
Crippled its people, now a hostage be!
There are differences People and Thought,
The Chinese People will remain, but sick ideologies shall rot,
This must also be realized when battle’s weep,
Drive out this Devil, him completely sweep!
Finally! Hold fast to Crucem’s Call,
Don’t delay! Don’t delay or you shall fall,
O’Taiwan my beloved people, set China free,
From Artemis and her Dragon’s envy!
Rise O’Taiwan!
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In the winds, old histories tossed,
To speak of it, freedom that’s lost,
From the hill tops Dostoevsky screams aloud,
Lost their God indeed, the proud.
Much can’t say but, tis I tell,
Where is this, that conflicts burst?
Stomachs pinch and throats dost thirst,
Justice they say but, lawless worst!
But who curses thee, if not Daímonaskratía,
Though! Good times borne and freedom reigns,
But from their necks, in truth hangs chains,
Those who spoke and spoketh well, now in silence shamelessly dwell,
All is well, contested and doubt,
Constant circles roundabout, circumferences drawn,
Endless scribs from dusk to dawn,
For now, I found, a philosophy be and deepened ground,
That once they screamed freedom wants,
The mask unveiled, these selfish taunts,
Mammon reaped a severe blow,
Lightening fell, to ground below,
There he sat in sloth and laze,
While he set the world ablaze,
Those Greeks, one said, a wisdom bunch,
What Wisdom! A Truth-less hunch,
Flesh to flesh they selfish lay,
Conceived in womb a diabolical bae,
I want what I want was thought of best,
Swollen with pride till their chest,
Mesmerized-worlds with their word,
Cultures revolted, a broken bird,
Time and time, she’s exiled so,
Safely preserved from all that’s low,
Of old a tyranny spoke,
All they know is what they poke,
But, cleverly hide’s the truth away,
Of kings and queens did, till day,
Spoke not of sacrifice and of love,
Ready to point out, that faltered dove,
Gold did seem, a clever glaze,
Behold in silence, a violence blaze,
You are right and so am I,
That I so much, so much of I,
Thus, soul in chains, wales and cry,
Away from all this hate, for true freedom lies in love been shared,
If so not done, behold be scared!,
Solzhenitsyn warns a Gulag-born,
Endless toils from dusk to dawn,
Called now to rise, this Great Bird of May,
Out of exile come it thee, O pure, A’ White Lily,
Rise up and hold the banner of truth,
Of True oneness by love for its root'h!
Tis must told, as the prophet said,
A wedge between the old and bled,
Before this a predecessor rise,
Holds fast to his laws and justice and wise,
Now we wait while dost did groups,
This mighty Qaghan of Eurasian troops,
Rise O’ Eurasia, a Banyan tree,
Where birds of all, nests in thee.
Jealous of you, they plot thy fall,
Fall shall you, in time to come,
But one thing must be said of you’s, a seed must die thus life renews,
Be not afraid thy fortress hold, face this wicked whole wide world,
His Kingdom Come, His will be Done!
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Come O Muslim, Come Back to Our God,
The Holy Trinity One Lord, Before late it be,
Come O Muslim, Come back before Damnation do thou see
Can you not reason out of heart,
That you have been Misled, O' Torn apart,
Wrapped around the Lie of Lies, did that Bastard Mahomet bring,
A 'Book' so hideous, Hellish Destruction does it sing
We see with our eyes, the Fruits of his Tree,
Bitterness, hatred and bloodshed a-fire ranging sea
No rest at all, this did John speak,
A place of endless misery bloodshed, hatred and tears that fall a'weep.
What O what has this Snake done to you all Ishmaelites?
He has poisoned your minds and hearts,
That thou are blinded by it, thou not see Love
This is your punishment as well as mine,
For Faith in Jesus Christ, God decrease it well,
Now God sends this Curse right from the pits of Hell,
And as all the Saints do Fearlessly Proclaim,
Those who Follow Allah and is False Prophet are Dammed over and over again.
Time will come When Bel will bow,
Time will come When Artemis will die,
Time will come When Lilith will suffer,
Lucifer and his devilish Mohammed will face the Wrath of Yahweh
Then O Muslim, no more shall thou be called so,
Then Son of Ismael, will bow down and reconcile and God will he adore,
My heart till then is torn apart,
To be Roman Catholic and Love a Muslim Girl,
Now I feel Prophet Hosea's pain,
The Pain he felt when God's Cries to his people went in vain.
I hope that one day through her souls will be save,
Now I am the Lamb that God must slaughter to win her heart a-wave,
The day will come when her eyes fills with tears,
Gone will I be then, Done my Work as God's Chosen One.
She'll think back in year, Her torment will be this New Cross She bears,
Her thoughts on God and me alone,
In her age she will die a heart rendered, a-torn.
But this will be a beautiful thing, For she will join me in True Paradise,
And together with the Choirs of the Angels to our Lord and God Jesus Christ Shall we Joyfully sing!
God Have Mercy on the Muslims and Lead them Back to you!
I am your Instrument, Break my heart a'blue!
I am your Chosen Emperor, Sent to Raise the Roman Catholic Faith!
Subdue the House of Hagar, the 'Cross Bearers' shall definitely take!
A gift to the Church a Muslim's Faith,
Sometimes it is necessary on them a War we'd make!
Amen!
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O’Great Nations of the West,
To you I pen my loving best,
A Warning for all Military,
Leviathan that Dragon waits for thee,
When thou thought all is well,
Plotted against thee from burning hell,
This ‘Artemis and her Dragon’s be,’
Two arms of this 'Evil-Octopussy!'
Though! In bid to strike each other,
All a lie to deceive your mother,
But she sees this ravaging beast approach,
Rise up and defend thy homes and porch,
That drunk the bloods of Christian Mart’s,
Who drinks the blood from the justice hearts!
Lies slayed and cries out to God all day,
Send thy Crusaders to quell this taunt away,
From the Whore who rides this Beast, destruction follows in-massive sweeps,
You O’Nations of the West, be not blind to the beating breast,
Of your brothers O’fallen arms,
Come to thy aids and bandage their palms,
Rise up and realize this ‘Threat so Great,’
If not dealt with, Doomed your fate!
But if thou ‘Learn to Call it Thee,’
Its ‘Rightful Name’ as you see.
Information a’weapons done,
Biowarfare has but now come,
Flexing its Scales, that boasts no ill,
But what it knows about your will?
All it worries about is ‘lot,’
That shows its numbers, a force be bought.
They fight because their told do so,
No freedom to choose deep down below,
Lost souls of those soldiers are,
Machines not Men, humanity but far,
The Vine and Tree doth intertwined,
Both become ‘One’ of a diabolical kind,
True enough, change is there,
But none doth see a change of care,
All that is done, are ‘Spy’ on you,
So that they ‘Know Their Enemies’ thru’ and thru’
It’s a Shame your doctrines have left that out,
Irreconcilable! Your minds in doubt,
Who is this enemy? You now do talk,
While in silence towards you they walk,
And before time strikes, you realize she’s there,
It will be too late, ‘What a Nightmare!’
I warn you now! Wake up O’West,
Ready your arrows, bows and plate armor’s breast,
Charge forth this ‘Rider and her Beast,’
Spare not, or else on your bones and blood they gladly feast,
If they Cowardice when your strength and might affirm,
Fall not for the Trickery of that Worm,
Strength and Weakness are their tongues,
While fire comes forth from their lungs,
Finally! Destroy all their doctrines be,
For it is only life and death they truly see!
Be not dismayed from what all say,
March on O'Armies of the West, and stay focused on your way,
Slay this so-called ‘Prophet, Prophetess and their Beast,’
Hurl them into hell’s fires un-cease’t!
Artemis and Her Dragon!
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My Mighty Qaghan of Valor and Strength,
Listen to Me, your 'Captain-General' at length,
The Poet who leads you through your Eurasian way,
Till our flag of the Eurasian Empire dawns the day!
March with freedom within you,
Zealously protect, your dreams come true,
Inspire with zeal and works of love,
Stay calm and learn from the victory of the dove,
It seems strange that dove doth chose,
But trust Me, you Captain-General will never loose,
Be it a battle or a debate!
But Patiently, O’Patiently you must wait,
Till we rise as God will summon,
Us to Conquer this Liberal-World Da’mon,
To put to shame China the wicked,
Punish it for its works doth crocked!
That winds do blow and rough seas toss’t,
Eurasia shall take form at all and any cost,
Struggles shall come, pragmatic we must be,
Give up not hope, through those struggles shall light we see,
All shall be Jealous, and Jealousy runs deep,
For you O’Mighty Empire of Mine shall weep,
But fear not, your God is with us,
Victory shall we have, Victory in-surplus!
That Old Eastern Wolf lay a’wound,
Harassed by foxes that lie within,
Small bites and bites from dearth of thought!
Ripe for the taking, taking a lot!
Do not spare them O’Mighty Troops,
For they have killed all old and new,
Then cry foul, as they know not how’l,
Such Tragedy struck, Hypocrites prowl!!
Join hands with Indus and all below,
Taiwan and Filipino!
Malaysia and Singapore!
Your motto be, 'CPC-Gong Fe, Wu-Mao No More!'
Rise O’Mighty Qaghan of Eurasian Troops,
Follow your Captain-General, stand a’groups!
Fight with freedom and for freedom,
Bring down that insidious eastern Qing-dom!
All will talk, and talk they will,
Threaten to war, the dream to kill,
But we shall stand and stand a’fort,
Cling to Crucem and nothing shall rock our boat!
O’Mighty Qaghan of Eurasian Troops!!
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Tis I write, where blood is bled,
Where the sun the sky, doth wed,
In the heights of its boils,
Struggles lives sweats and toils,
Not much be said, though! There is lot,
Spoketh when, but spoketh not,
That so much chatter of freedom be,
Spill't out in form of rhetory,
None did hear, they charged with canes,
Broke their skulls and spill't their brains,
But hopes not lost, as fight on must,
Rise up you ‘all from dawn to dusk,
Grant no rest till one is free,
From all distress and tyranny,
Be not afraid, a Poet’s call,
A call to push and break this wall,
Some of them are armed by pens,
And some of them a’physical blends,
All is needed in so this time,
A whip must weep for its dime.
But I must warn you, a Truth be told,
No nations free without bled and bold,
And if thou turn to that wicked Artemis,
Thou shall fall from true grace and bliss,
Throw aside all countries greeds,
Submit not to no one’s damned needs,
Stand firm 'My People' and stretch thy arms,
To ''Crucem Sanctam, A’ Subit’s'' calls,
But right your stands first in home,
Strength family bonds to Rome,
Leave not the truth unguarded be,
Augustine says, 'Trust in He',
Don’t be swayed by outlands calls,
Nor inlands hosts, thou dreadful falls,
But stand your own will to say,
Dawn of Empire Day to day,
No one knows your pains and toils,
How long can we empathize with your boils?
Unless in action we call to see,
How those hellish forces torment thee,
But one day will come where the sun will rise,
All pains and tears no more despise,
And all will sing the Mid-Noon song,
God's Blessings, A nation is born by the dawn,
The 'Mid Noon Country' shall it be,
An Israel’s exodus, a crossover sea,
As long as to 'Crucem' shall clung so dear,
This New Nation will never; never fear.
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Beyond what’s said and be done,
Lies the hideous Black Sun,
Whose aim is to run a’ground,
To tear and destroy all around,
Plan in the years passed away,
Silent this Dragon appeared to stay,
But behind this stillness insidious lay,
When all were not bothered, they’d party and play,
This ‘Anti-Christ,’ a unity diabolic,
Worked against his foe that frolic,
Rumors spread but silenced all,
Tis’ Dragon’s besieged the saints that out-said,
What horrors run amidst this land!
The Truth has beld upon this sand,
And when it saw, it’s peril’s woe,
They plotted against their powerful foe,
Cowards! They couldn’t face the West,
Call a meeting, their devilish best,
‘What to do?’ They all did ask,
Endlessly thought! A diabolic task!
One stood up and said ‘I know,’
Send this enemy a cowardly ‘Sore,’
But first they test amongst themself,
Found a cure and hid it shelf,
Behest WHO to withhold so,
To spread this Bioweapon low as low,
After breakout, they cried a’foul,
‘Blame the West!’ this Dragon growled,
That Ignorant WHO, really need ask,
‘Who is WHO?,’ an investigative task!
Must be done, to further protect the West,
From this Dragon and its scum-behest,
All are hostage to this Marxist-Mao,
Rise up O’Hong Kong, do not bow,
Show the world how wrong they are,
About this Dragon and its reach afar,
It must be said, that once this done,
The Dragon stretched its arms a’help,
Confused the Cause and its Spread?
After all, ‘Who can contend against it?’ it said,
But Wisdom sees this trick a’play,
It does not give in all the way,
But I urge cut all the ties,
Till it starves, burns and dries,
Rise up and hold siege this accursed beast,
I implore you O’Saint Michael put a leash,
Hurdle it to the bottom-less pit,
Where in torment and pain its sit,
For what it has done from past be seen,
Only blood shed wherever it’s been,
Crushed its head already be,
Satan lies defeated under ‘Our Lady,’
Don’t be afraid my people of West,
Rise up and confront this Beast that thinks its best,
I assure you that, its tail it will tuck and run,
When it sees your Armies come,
And on that day China will know,
With the west, don’t play tick-tack-toe,
All your intimidation is useless O’Chin,
You will be defeated; this War the West will surely win!
Mao’s China must fall!
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Deep within the world so modern,
Lies a hidden road not trodden,
That states the obvious truth be told,
Printed in ink black and bold,
That lost in worlds of ecstasy,
Trapped in snares of misery,
That wars the rumors be told they sneered,
Now not alive a bray a’bird,
Gone are thoughts that thinketh straight,
And now to turn back it's O’so late,
Truth is gone, and truths be’come,
Lies run wild thru’ Urb and slum,
Prove me wrong this not happen,
But wrong they are yet shamelessly clappin’,
All so jolly good way they are,
From the Truth they stay afar,
Given in to the delusions be,
These strange worlds move so surreally,
That eats place a first a crown,
And Wannabe’s laze and fuss arroun’,
Talks about this and that and all that’s good,
Ney earn their money and cry for food,
When not given they stage a protest,
What they think is unjust!
But truth be told they sloth all day,
Sit around and laze away,
Their youths burnt dry, so willfully done,
When the brave reproaches them, they rant and away they run,
Sad to see, this is our reality,
Where all but’s none have time for thee,
Where life’s no respect and death appraise,
No wonder! They fit in with Artemis’ ways,
Tis’ are days of Noah’s time,
Filled with false hate and unwanted slime,
The hot is cold and the cold is hot,
They should be left to these ways to rot,
For no amount of reproach or preaching change they,
They want to remain that way,
So, let it be and move on in life,
Find a place to settle, build a home with your wife,
But when they come, O’Brave men of life,
To scandal your family and toss the knife,
Don’t debate them in anyway by words,
Take up your weapon and massacre they featherless birds,
Let them cry foul, whine and weep,
For they are into misery so deep, even the good that they do is evil so steep,
Let it be, let it be and protect your families,
From these so called ‘Justice Warriors of all the Sissies.’
What is well, when men of old just a teen,
Went to war for freedom’s freeing,
No scandal was found heard, no loose talk in the winds,
They wives waited for them, rather than sinned!
But if now one were off, to fight for justice cause,
In their absence does much spend, party’s all that splend.
Not all I say that way be done but are true, true indeed to none,
Tis’ a tragedy with my pen and ink I write and run.
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Sleep O’Sleep we all must be,
Tucked ourselves between pillows comfy,
While Rough men fought and sacrificed bled,
That’s what the Great Winston Churchill said,
All is talk and talk with words,
None does deeds, all flightless birds,
For those who do, think it through,
None waste words on minds so blue!
All scorns be said and rubbed in well,
To these of war-torn cell,
That knows no talk but works amidst,
All this Political correctness and jibb,
Though they are rough and seems not thought,
But all has seen and none forgot,
For strong men read and read all day’t,
Time become they stand up straight,
None shall fathom those sadden hearts,
All life be left, be torn aparts,
For whose sake done this so?
For you and me and those no more,
But in-return we slander, spit and curse,
To these brave men, whom thinks their worse,
Ney they are, they are smart so be
Fail and Fail, we fail to see,
Let us rise and pray they say,
So that war may cease this day,
But thou forget, God’s hands are yours,
On this earth, defend true Freedom’s cause,
Blood must spill but not my will,
For peace long run, halt your folly and your fun,
That gallops in excess every day,
While the Enemy, for your destruction do they pray,
Give the love that these Heroes deserve,
Coz, for your safety do they serve,
And serve with all they heart and all their will,
Hush! Be quiet be still,
Let they speak what they know,
Lend your ears to their heart’s a’sore,
For none of us can fully empathize,
With these men whose hearts don’t lie’z,
So much a’witness to reality,
None of us can fathom what they really see,
Amongst the hate that boiled up high,
Lies the real enemy so sly,
Wait to cry ‘Wolf’ all day,
The real heroes, then be ignored all the way,
Sent to prison, these innocent men,
Learn O’West, When or When?
Know not the Enemy that you fight,
Till the day you take to flight,
Of graven mistakes, a’Diplom’s hole,
The Founding Fathers’ in their graves they role,
Tossing and turn, hearts turmoils beat,
At the Great West’s shameless defeat,
You can yell all you want,
How Greatest the Nation, but fall to enemy taunt,
Two as one and one as two,
This is the Enemy Renew,
From the Desert one did spring,
The other had whispers of sweet nothing!
Of this Saint John did speak,
Of Artemis and her Beast think’s Buff, but weak,
Wake up O’West! Wake up O’West did this Poet War,
Send your Rough and Tough men, destroy this Scourge, this Scorn!
We need Rough Men! We need Tough Men!
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When this Darkness Threatens thee,
Rise O’Sons and Daughters of Hong Kong’s Sea,
Claim the Right of 'Free-Speech' said,
Stand affirm, not afraid to Bled,
Spare not the Rod and Spoil this Whore,
Who joins her hands with this Dragon Below!
Where life no liveth and death did Love,
Lies in waiting this wretched beast behind a falsey Dove,
Some revolts with ink and pen’d,
Others revolts with words a’splend!
And yes, this is necessary to be 'A’Rough,'
To this taunting cowardly beast that seems so tough!
But sissy is the CPC,
Say boo! And in their pants, they go wee wee!
That’s all a Bully is, that’s all they can be,
Once you O’Hong Kong strikes back, they'll surely cry'ery!
Don’t listen to the Brits of that time-then'd!
They all have lost their Minds, thus spines are ben'd,
What’s more surprising when'd,
They all have lost God and Heaven'd!
No wonder they subscribe to evil thoughts,
Brought forth by that ‘Enlightenment-Rots!’
Hold fast and firm to God I say,
Crucem Sanctum will have his Day!
Where this Dragon in chains shall wrapped in it,
Brought forth to where this mighty Judge of Heaven did sit,
And Justice rightly applied it thee,
Into the pits of sulfur and fires shall it dwell eternally,
And those who’s necks did Dragon chock,
Will be freed from, this noose did broke,
The Sun shall rise, a new day’s dawn,
With this Dragon Forever, Forever Gone!
Rise O’Hong Kong!
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