Anti-Christian Nationalism

The “Christians” chanting,
“Anti-Christian Nationalism,
Lord to thee we bow
Savior of our destiny
Thy name be hallowed now”

But heed ye not their ravings
To thyself be true!
Anti- Christian Nationalism
Is the “Kingdom of the Jew.”

Keep your Nationality
His and mine and thine
Be not driven headlong
Like Gadarenian swine

Know ye well, the enemy
of Christendom of yore
Anti Christian Nationalism
Known as Babylon the whore

The “Christians” chanting,
“Anti-Christian Nationalism,
The International we serve
Let all colors bleed into one”
Will get the hell that they deserve

Memorial Day Poem — 2013

The Parade is on the cusp, a thankful nation shows its care
The Vets are now arriving, our heroes in wheelchairs
They were the men who fought in the Wars “over there”
Now basking in adulation for defeating the foreign threat
Lift a glass and have a toast to the 20th century vet

They delivered all mankind from the evil foreign Hun
Today Stockholm burns, London bleeds, and Paris is undone
New World Order, then created, by bayonet in Battles like Verdun
Now safe for Hajib, Mosque, and Minaret to reside in the West
And safe for Bankster tribal interests to swallow up the rest

Safe for the elimination of borders in favor of a New World State
Safe for the rise of the mud-men the Money power will create
To serve as slaves on the grounds of the New World Order estate
So salute the Dough-boys, and G.I. Joes, they kept the world Free
So that the their grand daughters could be property of savages from Fiji

Raise a cheer, and throw ticker-tape on this grand Memorial Day
Boys of Normandy swarmed the beaches, so their grandsons could be Gay
They fought the Bulge, and Coral Ridge so we could turn Christ away
In favor of a mélange hybrid faith for the living damned
And suitable for turning all the West into one Global London-istan

A KinistPrayer

I ask to be among my people, represented by the years
The mothers with their children, the Elders all held dear
I want to thank God for my family that’s been set free from sin
Mindful of Christ’s mercy to generations of my Kin

I beg thee to join the conversation now thousands of years long
And think the thoughts of poets who married wisdom to their song
I ask to learn from the dead what is beautiful, good, and true
While avoiding the living dead with their fashionable, ugly and new

  With Apologies to Rudyard

It was part of their blood
Though dormant as of late
When the elites set loose a flood
And the Americans remembered their hate

They were not easily moved
Though prodded by the deep state
Harangued and often reproved
When the Americans re-discovered their hate

They had been willing to suffer some blows

Even marking it up to the fates
But as everyone everywhere knows
Americans historically hate

It was there in the crowd

In DC, on that fateful January date
When more men finally spoke it aloud
That it was time for Americans to hate

It has been a long growing dread

That has finally moved past debate
Acrimony has long now been bred
And the FEDS have long earned this fate
Of the Americans now moving to hate

Infant Baptism Hymn

To the Tune of ” Beneath the Cross”

Beneath the blood stained lintel I with my children stand
A messenger of evil is passing through the land
There is no other refuge from the destroyer’s face
Beneath the blood stained lintel shall be our hiding place.

The Lamb of God has suffered our sins and griefs He bore
By faith the blood is sprinkled above our dwelling’s door
The foe who seeks to enter doth fear that sacred sign
Tonight the blood stained lintel shall shelter me and mine.

My Savior, for my dear ones, I claim thy promise true.
The lamb was for the household the children’s savior too.
On earth the little children Once felt they touch divine.
Beneath the blood stained lintel thy blessing give to thine

O Thou who gave them, guard them, Those wayward little feet:
The wilderness before them, the ill of life to meet.
My parent love is helpless, I trust them to thy care.
Beneath the blood stained lintel, O keep them ever there.

The trust I place upon Thee, Thou wilt not disappoint.
With wisdom, Lord to train them. My shrinking heart anoint.
Without my children, Father, I cannot bear thy face,
I plead the blood stained lintel, Thy covenant of grace.

O Wonderful Redeemer, who suffered for my sake,
When o’er the guilty nations, they judgment storm shall break,
With joy from that safe shelter, May we then see Thine eye,
Beneath the blood stained lintel, My children, Lord, and I.

Lord, keep me from that error, that holds my child outside
And steals from them your promise, that for them you have died
We bless thee Holy Father, Our children you have claimed
Beneath that blood stained lintel, and wearing now your name

The generations gather, in one unfallen line
To jointly lift our voices, to praise your name sublime
You’ve gathered sainted Fathers, You’ve given us our seed
Beneath that blood stained lintel, we have all that we need

Vs. 1-6 — H. A. Ironside
Vs. 7-8 — B. L. McAtee