To a Tomorrow Never to Be
Written by Jonathan Henderson
Friday August 22, 2014 @ 1:59 PM
Sing to me your Marseillaise, la grande dame de Paris!
Jacobins meet Ishmael - the whale killed all she held in her
Contempt; a moment, fleeting, subterranean boil like the
Geyser from Babylon's rotten core, Shaitan, preaching of
A peace, a faith denuding the right to be mired in a misery
As that false prophet removes the head of its evil infidel's
As that false prophet removes the head of its evil infidel's
Head - and we are dead! Dead! We shall never make our
Own bed again! Montezuma's revenge be damned! The fall
Of the final ziggurat - Aladdin's lamp cannot abdicate of its
Myth to rub upon Genie's lamp, for he hanged out his one
Final time once the world committed its penultimate crime.
Clownery, court jesters and the application of a little old
Whoopie cushion to lighten a blackened sky with its even
More opaque, blackest of messengers of our doom, one
Which is pending tout le monde... and I am disarmed in
Spirit - l'esprit et corps; les etoiles tombent sur terre....
But O! Those lucky stars! They ne'er shined so brightly as
Always we'll count upon He! The light for the world, our
Ships at sea, and He taught we'll never live unless we sail
As the Lighthouse burns the red horizon as He engulfs the
Tempest's rage as our faith doth carry my sweet chariot,
My schoener home to Thee!
To a world at blade's edge - we'll fight for you, to preserve,
To prevent His orphans, those wayward sons and daughters
From the Imam's fury and a fatwa's decree, of an end too
Cruel that Attila cannot stand to compare, the black horde
Of death and Azazel's revenge against those who chose of a
Path to the apostate of evil declaring us that and infidelity.
My God! My God! Give me love! Give me peace! God save
Me, Slewfoot Sue and Annabelle Lee! Johnny Appleseed,
Paul Bunyan and Babe! Susan Anthony's dollar and my land
Of the Free! But grant me my bravery to serve Your Glory as
The world burns its sulfur and we face Dajjal's wrath! For all
That black horde is are Muhammad's messengers for a death;
For He denies He is The Son, but rather of Adam and his sin.
Grant me strength as the final Crusade is waged, for the future
Will not be if our land is not brave! Bequeath me the power to
Save those orphans, for in God I trust, for in Him may Power
Be mine and yours.
Always we'll count upon He! The light for the world, our
Ships at sea, and He taught we'll never live unless we sail
As the Lighthouse burns the red horizon as He engulfs the
Tempest's rage as our faith doth carry my sweet chariot,
My schoener home to Thee!
To a world at blade's edge - we'll fight for you, to preserve,
To prevent His orphans, those wayward sons and daughters
From the Imam's fury and a fatwa's decree, of an end too
Cruel that Attila cannot stand to compare, the black horde
Of death and Azazel's revenge against those who chose of a
Path to the apostate of evil declaring us that and infidelity.
My God! My God! Give me love! Give me peace! God save
Me, Slewfoot Sue and Annabelle Lee! Johnny Appleseed,
Paul Bunyan and Babe! Susan Anthony's dollar and my land
Of the Free! But grant me my bravery to serve Your Glory as
The world burns its sulfur and we face Dajjal's wrath! For all
That black horde is are Muhammad's messengers for a death;
For He denies He is The Son, but rather of Adam and his sin.
Grant me strength as the final Crusade is waged, for the future
Will not be if our land is not brave! Bequeath me the power to
Save those orphans, for in God I trust, for in Him may Power
Be mine and yours.
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