Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Was home spent for the Fire of God...

a War where victory is only in surrender
are the lights of Nash-vegas blinding
as flames burst forth on the horizon
of a nation due for Awakening

where is the town crier
has sleep overtaken the forefather's voice
of reason with an apathetic moan
of indifference and a plea for meat

give the forlorn guest of this blustery shore
a glimpse of horrid history
hidden in the annals of angry men
cherishing the coin of gold

was this land valued for the war of flesh
or the dignity of faithful men
on whom God's Glory rest
is the banner flown within your grasp

or shall the clocks be set once more
ringing liberty not ragged folklore
this ancient monster to arise or
an Eagle on the Lord's breath shall fly