Ghastly Specters

The gloom rises slowly over the Chosen land of yore
Ghastly specters haunt the dreams of the innocent poor
There is nothing but darkness and gloom not like before
Hate enraged hoards march as death comes to every door

Through the dark a figure stands, “we are the one open the door”
Taunting those who oppose his deeds. you must to him adore
The hoards arrive and they move rapidly through the door
Blood soaks the carpeting as flesh is strewn upon the floor

The Chosen One is kind and considerate as he watches from the door
Love flows from the butchers’ knives as they cut and cut some more
Blood flows and the room now is colored in a bright crimson decor
Their job done, the hoard salutes and moves slowly through the gore

In the gloom as the land sleeps, fleeing conscience outward creeps,
The Chosen One moves rapidly to destroy his foes as he sweeps
Across the land he hates with utterly indecipherable words or bleeps
As death reigns down on those he hates as bodies pile up in heaps

“I just want us to get along” he whispers to those who ask him why
And try to make sense of the disasters that is now before them lie
They see and hear their friends in anguish as they slowly die
At the hands of the Chosen One whom they thought was their ally

Tis but a small inconvenience to rid the earth of those who would
Disagree with my world of peace and harmony - the ultimate good
How dare you who are left even question me - is that understood?
It is not yours to question so be happy in your own victimhood”

And with the dawn of the new age falling, corruption seizes the land
The cabinet now sitting with the Chosen One sucks up a thousand grand
Whispering words of wisdom designed to complete their evil plan
Terrors in the wind reign down on those who bought the One’s great brand

From the gutters of the world, a thousand bombs are heard exploding
With the body parts a’flying Biden’s words now seem more foreboding
Twas the bombing by his friends who had told him of their siding
Will his end last longer than his start as the situation starts eroding

Now we’re all a bunch of zombies smiling when we’re told we oughta
The Chosen One has won and we now belong to Allah
The dhimmis are all happy and they’ve thrown a party gala
The rest of us just watch and wait for the coming of our valhalla