The regime continues on
Though the child of peace is gone—
He held a sign up—“Peace!” it read,
Before a tank—now he is dead;
“Democracy”! The spokesman said.
“All men are equals”—one insists,
“Comrades all, pure socialists”;
But when their day of rule had come
Enforced their writ by sword and gun.
In “Mein Kampf” dark thoughts unfurled
Are foisted on a clueless world;
Swastikas line city streets,
Masses throng when Hitler speaks;
His sword and pen destruction wreaks.
Mass graves bear sober testament,
Which scribes and poets sore lament;
Dupes of war by dogmas led,
Lands destroyed and millions dead;
Since Eden’s fall, the earth’s run red.
Swords arise in every age,
Impose their will through wrath and rage;
Pens of men, though good intend
Can’t reverse the deathward trend;
War’s appointed ‘till the end.
All vain philosophies of pen
Are birthed in natures ruled by sin:
Pens submitted to the Lord,
Bowed before His holy Word
Know His pen’s The Spirit’s Sword.
Sword of The Spirit pierces depths
Where secrets of the heart are kept,
Separates twixt heart and soul,
Makes repentant sinners whole:
God’s pen and sword achieve their goal.
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