• SATAN REMAINS IN HIS CONCEIT
    by UC Poika




    Drug up the hill we felt what happened there...
    What seemed a million years was really but two
    As an oriental garden of olive trees,
    Where once sat the devil with his fondness for blood,
    Brought us back as if in crucifixion we shared
    The memory of our Lord, the demise of truth
    And the knowledge it was just a dove that we set free
    Where He that one time gave up the Ghost for good,
    But I swear I heard a demon cry out as from Hell,
    “There is no way my nation shall remain
    The place the cursed linger under spells
    With gnarled bodies, or skeletal remains...
    Decide now for we, at last, shall conquer all,
    Every enemy, the fiercest, the great, and yes, even the small!”