Poetry – Page 2

Anti-Christian Nationalism

“Christians” are now 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 thy King now be true!

For Anti-Christian Nationalism

Is the “Kingdom of the Jew.”

Keep your Nationality

His and mine and thine

Be not driven headlong

Like Gadarene swine.

Know ye well, the enemy

of Christendom of yore

Anti Christian Nationalism

Our great Babylonian whore

The Hoi Polloi

We are the hoi polloi

They often call us “fools”

But what do you expect

We went to public schools?

Kennedy was killed

By the magic bullet pristine

Later found in mint condition

On a stretcher at the scene

The Lusitania was for passengers

And was an Innocent of war

It was not carrying contraband

Despite ordinance on the ocean floor

We are the hoi polloi

They often call us “fools”

But what do you expect

We went to public schools?

All the roads were closed

Out of DC that fateful night

Except the very one

Booth used for his harrowing flight

The Federal Reserve was born

With the Titanic ship disaster

The Opposition to the Fed

Were Guggenheim, Strauss and Astor

We are the hoi polloi

They often call us “fools”

But what do you expect

We went to public schools?

9-11 was an awful tragedy

An act that required requite

But Jets don’t typically burn

With the signature of Thermite

Pearl Harbor found us sleeping

A victim of the Japs

Never mind FDR knew

And designed that installation’s nap

We are the hoi polloi

They often call us “fools”

But what do you expect

We went to public schools?

Epstein was well connected
With a list of the Who’s Who
He blackmailed all the goyim
In service of the Jews

The Clergy in the Church
Play the role of Keystone Cops
They retain all the value
Of a pig rolling in its slop

We are the hoi polloi

They often call us “fools”

But what do you expect

We went to public schools?

The Devil Went Down To Moscow — With Apologies To Charlie Daniels

The Devil went down to Moscow

He was lookin’ for a soul to steal

He was in a bind ’cause he was way behind

And he was willin’ to make a deal

When he came across this old man

Writin’ a piece and workin’ it hot

And the Devil jumped upon a Palouse stump

And said, “Doug, let me tell you what”

“I guess you didn’t know it, but I’m a blog writer, too

And if you’d care to take a dare, I’ll make a bet with you

Now you write pretty good, old boy, but give the Devil his due

I’ll bet a book of gold against your soul

‘Cause I think I’m better than you”

The codger said, “My name’s Dougie, and it might be a sin

But I’ll take your bet, and you’re gonna regret

‘Cause I am the best that’s ever has been

Dougie, get your pencils out and and scribble fast and hard

‘Cause Hell’s broke loose in Moscow and the Devil deals the cards

And if you win, you get this shiny book made of gold

But if you lose, the devil gets your soul

The Devil cracked his knuckles, and he said, “I’ll start this show”
The fire flew from his fingertips as the words began to flow
And he swept his fingers across the keys, and they made an evil hiss
And by the time the piece was done, it read something like this

But when the Devil finished, Dougie said, “You know you’re pretty good old son
But you just look over my shoulder right now, And I’ll show you how my bloggin’s done”

Fire on the Palouse, run, boys, run
The Devil’s in the house of the Pale Ale Son
Chickens in the Cross-Politic, making lots of dough
Dougie, is your dog Jew? No, child, no

Well, that old Devil bowed his head cuz he knew that he’d been beat
And he laid that golden book down on the ground at Dougie’s feet
Dougie said, “Devil, come on back if you ever want to try again
I done told you once, you son of a gun, I’m the best there’s ever been

Doug wrote, “Fire in the Palouse, run, boys run
Devil’s in the house of the Pale Ale Son
Chickens in the Cross-Politic, making lots of dough”
Dougie is your dog Jew? No, child no

Add A Verse To “Come Thou Long Expected Jesus” To Focus On Jesus Priestly Office

Maybe we need to add a verse to our Christmas Hymn “Come Thou Long Expected Jesus” in order to emphasize that the need for a coming Messiah was not only to be the needed King to conquer the strong man and to deliver us from the Kingdom of Darkness to the Kingdom of God’s dear Son, whom He loves, but we also needed a Great High Priest to represent us before the thrice Holy God.

We now sing;

Born thy people to deliver,
born a child and yet a King,
born to reign in us forever,
now thy gracious kingdom bring.
By thine own eternal spirit
rule in all our hearts alone;
by thine all sufficient merit,
raise us to thy glorious throne.

Perhaps we could add;

Born thy people to atone for
born a babe to serve as priest
born to serve as mediator
In thy death is our release
Be our access to the throne
by thy death be thou our peace
let thy prayers now be our own
Thou art God, and King and Priest

Advent week #1 2025

In His incarnation we confess

The second person comes in faithfulness

Adding human nature to divine

To bear God’s justice as long designed