The Beasts of Gaza

by Timothy Birdnow

10/9/2023

And the evil angel fell like lightening from the sky
Upon the children of Abraham so all of them should

die
faceless beasts with blood upon their hand
in hatred they sow terror as the demon stalks the

land

The men of power, the mighty men, gape impotent and

feckless
victims of their self regard and policies so

wreckless
the monstrous wrath, the demon's path, Hell embraced

with a kiss
as all the souls are poured from bowls
the coals rise from the abyss

In a world where man is god and God is jut a fable
our feeble plan is trod under the feet of one more

able
the demon's fury, the bodies buried, the flames

streak 'cross the sky
the elders groan amid the bones, the children just

ask why
they cry as they watch their loved ones die

Death stalks every door, and Hell falls from the air
the monsters go about their chore and kill the people

there
they make excuses for their abuses but they really

just don't care
women and children are easier killing
and the monsters find it thrilling, with their cold

and hateful stare

In an hour of desperation when so many lost

respiration
we will ask how this evil was brought
Was it God who hath wrought?
in desperation the answer is sought
but it's not what we thought

Is it He who is to blame?
Or rather is it we, who are far too smart to see
in our pride we refused to call on His Name?
still in our heart we ignore all our shame

The wise give counsel, the leaders talk, the warriors

plan their battle
The wise are naught but learned fools and the leaders

caught by pretty ghouls and the warriors more like

cattle

As in the days of Lot the malaise and the rot
sends a stink to the High One above
as He casts down his gaze on brave Man's evil ways
He will soon send the horsemen to trot

Beware Oh men of the worldy mind
for destruction sneaks upon you from behind!
And your proud nations with all your power
will feast on the rations of the bile of the hour

The land is burning as the People scream
while the old man sits and he spoons his ice cream
devoid of his wits he croons in a dream
while Hell throws it's fits and the evil ones scheme

As the children of Jacob are slaughtered like sheep
called to the sup of the beast of the deep
and the worms of the Prophet like vermin just creep
into the homes of the poor sound asleep
One must ask who it is who has slaughtered the kid
in the end we must admit that all of us did

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