Poetry – Iron Ink

A Slight Revising of Vs. 3 of “O Holy Night”

The 3rd verse in “O Holy Night” sucks. The whole thing was written as a poem first by someone who eventually became socialist (Frenchman Placide Cappeau) and was then translated from the French and promoted here in the states initially by a Unitarian/Transcendentalist Yankee Minister (John Sullivan Dwight). Dwight’s socialist credentials were seen in his close work with the Brook Farm Commune before it folded in 1847.

The French Catholic Church, once learning the egalitarian roots of the song quit singing the song in their churches. However, Dwight believed the song fit his times with the issue of slavery having gained the ascendency among the Jacobins in Northern churches. Dwight translated the song from the French in 1855 when Yankee sentiments against the South was moving towards a crescendo.

The egalitarian lines that are offensive to the ears of Biblical Christians are found in the 3rd verse;

“Truly He taught us to love one another;

His law is love and His Gospel is Peace

Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother

And in His name, all oppression shall cease”

You can just hear Yankee Churches in the Transcendentalist North belting out this song during each Christmas season of the war, being warmed in their smug self-righteousness that they were doing a good thing by supporting the Yankee war effort to maim, rape, torture and kill the South.

This verse wraps all the devilry of the North in God approving and glorifying song. As such we hates it.

We would note that the slave can be our brother without his being oppressed by his slavery. The Scripture repeatedly teaches that slavery is Biblical. Second, though it is true that “In his name, all oppression shall cease,” it is not true that slavery is automatically oppression. There are times it might be. But it has not always been so. Certainly, slavery was not automatically oppression in the ante-bellum South as the slave exit interviews done in the 1930s unmistakably reveal.

However there is no reason to lose this song. It is not as thoroughly bad as the Battle Hymn of the Republic. It can be salvaged and remain a Church hymn. We just need to change a few words so that we can sing it once again during our current Christmas season.

Truly He taught us to love one another;

His law is love and His Gospel is Peace

Chains shall He break, for our state is Oppressor

And in His name, that oppression shall cease

Advent Poetry

St. Nicholas; our Holy man of Advent

Patron of those afflicted with ill-temper

Anabaptist pacifism was not his bent

As expressed in his conciliar distemper

Arius denied Christ was God of God

Denied the deity of our Lord

There was no room for such a fraud

Thus Arius was floored

This kind of saintly bulldog behavior
Is no longer considered in good taste
Fisticuffs to defend our glorious savior
Is shocking to our clerical panty-waists

Yet, a time and season for all zeals
A time to strike and not to reason
When Orthodoxy with Heresy deals
Fell blows cannot be counted treason

For who can convince a rebel mind
By citing a multitude of verses?
Nicholas knew the dumb and blind
Are better won with pugilistic curses

Re-working Jewish Winter Songs

You better watch out

You better not deny

You better not doubt

I’m telling you why, St. Nicholas is coming to town

He’s clenching his fists

He’s mighty precise

Gonna knock out all heretic lights

Saint Nicholas ain’t playing around

[Pre-Chorus]

He sees what you are reading

He knows if you’re a fake

He knows if you are bad or good

So you better be good for goodness sake

He’s the Bishop of Myra

Tortured for His Lord

You better know for sure

Arius was floored

St. Nicholas ain’t foolin’ around

O you better not deny

Christ’s Deity

You better not spread

Trinitarian Heresies

Cuz St. Nicholas is coming to town

With Apologies To Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I heard the bells on Christmas day

Ring out their warnings to keep away

from clergy “thought”

and Marxist twat

Denying peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought I, as the day had come,

The clergy would swallow Christendom

They belch and fume

Good men consume

Denying peace on earth, good-will to men!

Still ringing, singing so as to betray

The evil intent of Clergy dziggetai

Beware their sin

And counsel grim

Embrace peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, hexed vile text file

Their manifestos truth revile

And with the sound

Of truth uncrowned

Denying peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent

The sanity of Christ’s advent

And made me swear

At clergy everywhere

Who deny peace on earth, good-will to men

And in despair I bowed my head;

“There is no peace on earth I said”

For clergy are headstrong

And confuse the song

Of peace on earth, good-will to men

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:

“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;”

Clergy will fail

Good men prevail

Bringing peace on earth, good-will to men.

“The Great Replacement Theory”

Called “The Great Replacement Theory,” as birthed in Halls of power
It would cover the globe in color, while the Caucasian is devoured
Created in conjunction with the honored and inspired shibboleth
That all those who hate wisdom, have a preoccupation with death

The Great Replacement theory was conceived by Mephistopheles
And delivered to his Illuminati — his somewhat mortal corporate Trustees
It was they who were charged, with creating an expanding global plan
To mix the breeds together so as to create one New World Order Man

And so the high and mighty, those counted exalted throughout the land
Gathered in their covens, to reap a black harvest concocted by black hands
There gathered was Kalergi’s shade, an inspiration to all the rest
There gathered Red-Shields, Rockefellers, and their demon minions of the West

They resolved to put the European down, to cast the white man into Hell
The only question pondered upon was “which was the appropriate spell?
Was it better to create Caucasian wars where white men would be erased?
Or was it better to spread pestilence, and famine for destruction of the race?

Better still they discerned, to kill the European slowly and incrementally expunge
We will open his borders ever wider to the alien while his birthrates steadily plunge
We will drive him into final extinction by his pursuit of erotimania sexual joy
We will work it drip by drip so that he can not distinguish between a girl and a boy

And then in the fullness of time when the European finally decides a child to conceive
We will fill her head with a preference for a marriage bed with a Tanzanian or Japanese
We will convince him that a desire for children that favor him in deportment and appearing
Is really the fruit of a desire for incest, and so a horrid and malevolent kind of queering

This Mephistopheles band of Illuminati who designed the Great Replacement theory
Included a spike in sodomy and pedo to answer “how to replace the white man query”
For good measure they included ginning up the White man’s loathing and his hate
For all his forebears achievement and all the Christian faith that made his fathers great

And so was pursued the project of the Great Replacement task by the Illuminati gay
The project to eclipse the Christian European White man into coffee colored latte
The project to forever wipe out Christendom in favor of Mephistopheles as Lord
The project to swallow the Christian European White man in the swelling pagan hordes