Twilight of the Grifters

Written on April 10th, 2022

War is coming, 
I see bloodshed at the door,
The voice of peace is fleeing,
From the profiteers of gore.
Bodies used to breathing, 
Now slumber but don’t snore.
The summer’s not yet here, 
But I fear it more and more. 

The truth has long been hiding, 
The grifters have the floor, 
But once our time’s done biding, 
We’ll show them all the door. 
Because anyone who profits, 
From blood on distant shores,
And claims the moral high ground, 
Is offensive to the Lord.

So let the grifters speak, 
You don’t mind it when they talk, 
The violence they preach,
Will not hurt you where you walk. 
So let them kill my friends, 
After all they’re only Jews,
Your world could not care less,
About one dead kike or two. 

But when their grift is over, 
And thousands more have died, 
You won’t get what you want
Because their words were built on lies.
 
But don’t worry for their sake,
I’m sure they’ll all be fine, 
Although they sing of rising up, 
There’s no danger in their lives.