The night of the "State of Delusion" Message by the Great Prevaricator!  

Death this night! 

 

Did thee

see the death tonight,

the grim reaper clearly in sight.

He stood

before us with

slick words and hand of sleight. 

His hands

The scythe of destruction,

lecturing even as he schemes.

The smile

that warns of vindication

for his parents Communist dreams.

He stands

before us even as a Raven

on the legendary "nights plutonian shore".

He knows

no one stands in his way,

no one stands tall, none can stop his score.

His legions

of the darkness stand close

by his side beguiled by the words of cursed breath;

Angels hide

from his view and the sun pales

in his sight, and the certainty of freedom's death. 

What curse,

what devil's breath hath blown

forth to still our hearts where we now stand?

Why did

we avert our gaze to evil

just long enough for this Satanic curse to land?

As Poe

would say in a similar time

"Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!"

Me thinks

this be dank foul bird,

here to take our sacred land, its every jewel to surely level.

Can we

win, can we stop the curse swipe

of that deadly scythe he wields forth in mighty blow?

Will all

stand up and be counted to take

back our land, it is our choice for his hand doth show. 

JimWalkerWhitefishMontana@gmail.com

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