The burden of Gods wrath, shalt be upon his back,
forever gotten,
His awful sins, too heinous to forgive, his heart and
soul, so rotten.
The wars, that he hath waged, the lives that he has
had stolen, too,
The loathsome deeds, too much, to absolve, his
sentence, overdue.
The haunting images, of his evil acts, an eternal
blight upon his time,
The wanton slaughter, of innocence, in essence, his
greatest crime.
All the precious kids, whose souls were wrenched, then
cast aside,
In misery, each mother’s bond, of love, that was
painfully denied.
Within the carnage, that he hath wrought, he will find
no escape,
His repulsive legacy cannot be erased, nor can he
shift his shape.
For in the blame, there is no doubt, where it lies, to
him all shame,
With his ardent supporters, their putrid hearts,
blackened the same.
His evil one-eyed clones, and beastly Orcs, shall
never be forgotten,
Nor their offspring exempt, within the life, they have
been begotten.
With inheritance, legacy of their fathers, generations
genes before,
History constantly repeated, DNA seeding, the eternal
thirst for war.
They shall not rest, even when they are erased, no
grave too deep,
Forever plagued, haunted within, the evil company,
that they keep.
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (May2024)
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