There’s Wisdom in
the Word
While the
efforts, to appease, common sense, have all fallen on deaf ears,
He continues, to
fan the flames of wrath, against the awful flood of tears.
He’s turned his
back, on the wisdom of the past, let caution to the wind,
Committed awful
crimes, taken countless lives, in acts, he cannot rescind.
They say that
the fool, is the first, to cast the stone, I guess, that it is true,
And now, that
he’s cast, a mountain of stones, so much, has gone askew.
His train, has
gained, great momentum, we know, he’s on, the wrong track,
But he believes,
losing, is a sign of weakness, so he won’t, be turning back.
And the wicked
threshold, that he has crossed, will end, in eternal pain,
But he delights
in the wind, he has sown, for its reaped, a mighty hurricane.
Now casting, the
destructive seeds, shall earn, the immortal wrath, of God,
Perhaps, the
eternal flames, of penance, or a sudden jolt, a lightning rod.
And like, the
reckless romantics, who love to sow, the evil visions of hatred,
One day, his
brutal fantasies, will turn to fairy dust, inside his twisted head.
But the cogs,
seem to be grinding slowly, while all the nations, reach accord,
For now, the
world is anxiously waiting, for Vladimir, to fall upon his sword!
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