⁣"A Soldier’s Lament"


Though the individual soldier
May be brave
His suffering, his labors
They will be all in vain
If they are not put to ends that are true
For there is no honor in service to ZOG

Would you die alone?
Far from home?
Under bitter cold, burning sun, or blinding rain?
In a conflict that they don’t intend you to win?
For posthumous honors in service to ZOG?

For there are no heroes there
Indeed, there is only tragedy
Lies, pain, and lonely death
Lost fathers and sons
In service to ZOG

Oh, the slithering reptilian elite
The bankers, politicians, and think-tank shills
They’ll tell you the world is at stake
In some land far away
But yesterday’s war dead
Lying cold in their graves
Bear silent testimony against
These snakes against Christ
And God sees the truth
But waits