Sunday, 13 September 2009
The Ragged Puppets
Here come the rabble, the ragged puppets,
Of Socialism, Capitalism and Islamism,
The wreckage of a dying civilisation,
Swaggering in masked and mocking mobs,
Drunk on hatred, in the heart of London.
Who are these creatures ? Colonists and perverts,
The mewling monstrosities of Mammon,
The diseased abortions of liberalism,
Unleashed by traitors to breed in Britain,
The prefiguring shadow, sent before the Fall.
Behold, I give you the future, Britain Reborn,
Bright sunlight breaking through the night,
No more surrenders, now our Victory Arises !
We banish all enemies and secure our shores,
Sovereign over our seas, Lords alone of our land.
And what of the rabble, those ragged puppets,
They shall scuttle away, seeking the shadows,
That first spawned them, the dead spaces of faith
And the gaps between atoms where the dead go,
Exorcised from Eden, exiled forever from Albion.