There is a Darkness
in the skies over
Rolling Black stormclouds
gather and thunder
the lightning bolts
are building
stronger each day!
Soon, and now, they will
strike our Nation
bringing fire and unholy
Black brimstone
to cover our land
Gone our meadows green
Gone our cities of fire
all consumed in a mad, mindless
Savage rage
that will sweep all
before it
Where England's beauty stood
will stand the Beasts of
the New Planned Apocalypse
And what shall we do?
And how shall we fight?
Will our hearts be strong?
Will our Will be true?
And will we rise as men
and face the Coming Storm?
or will we hide -
cover ourselves
in the False Cloak
of Blessed Respectability
and seek - hopelessly
False Shelter from
The Coming Storm?
1 comment:
I hope this was written after the 2006 elections, not before.
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