The night of the "State of Delusion" Message by the Great Prevaricator!
Death this night!
see the death tonight,
the grim reaper clearly in sight.
before us with
slick words and hand of sleight.
The scythe of destruction,
lecturing even as he schemes.
that warns of vindication
for his parents Communist dreams.
before us even as a Raven
on the legendary "nights plutonian shore".
no one stands in his way,
no one stands tall, none can stop his score.
of the darkness stand close
by his side beguiled by the words of cursed breath;
from his view and the sun pales
in his sight, and the certainty of freedom's death.
what devil's breath hath blown
forth to still our hearts where we now stand?
we avert our gaze to evil
just long enough for this Satanic curse to land?
would say in a similar time
"Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!"
this be dank foul bird,
here to take our sacred land, its every jewel to surely level.
win, can we stop the curse swipe
of that deadly scythe he wields forth in mighty blow?
stand up and be counted to take
back our land, it is our choice for his hand doth show.