The Age of Empires;
came, saw, conquered and perished. Maybe the Gods will just retire…
Protecting our lands from foreign invasion,
Death to the tribes that won’t fill our slave-ships.
Across the sea’s, on white horse tides,
they seized their men and raped their wives.
Sailed too close to cinder suns…
moored on a horizon long scorched by Huns.
Captured laughter from a baby’s throat.
Bottle fed it, until it choked.
Their first born slaughtered, slung loose at their feet…
surrender your lands, or suffer plagues and defeat.
Blood splattered banners; they fluttered for victory…
flickering though time, concealing frail-pages of history.
Protecting our lands from foreign invasion,
by taking their lives in their own home nations.
Sunk teeth-too-deep, infecting the open wounds of temptation,
whilst monsters of creation, evolved out of brutal exploitation.
Across the sea’s, this time we’ll fly,
in preservation of our culture, we’ll gladly die.
Though it’s thousands of miles away,
we must vow to keep Muhammed’s children at bay.
If they should live, yes, even one…
Jesus will become Gods forgotten son.
I know you’re an atheist, but my child, do your part…
Because, tradition must find homage in a patriots heart.
Protecting our lands from foreign invasion,
with drone strikes and plans for nuclear annihilation.