Rest in Piece
Poets of the Fall Carnival of Rust
"I am Machine" Jouyo Senki AMV
Psa 23; 91
1.
Take Rest, soldier, sit on my throne;
as I lay thy enemies under your feet.
I shall green the pastures, serpents prone;
surrender your arms, I shall raise your crown!
Fear no evil of the night, nor terror of feels;
then the scholar approaches, the Archon reels.
Stand tall, behind my shoulders, until you grown!
2.
I will raise you a Warrior, who stands up and fights;
Respect your ancestors, follow the peoples needs.
Like Tengu in the sky, Kitsune-Hime graves blights;
then lecherous men wanton for a Heavenly Sight!
“Give us Days of Yahveh, a Lofty Sign!” they creed;
none venture out of the meat-pots of Egypt to redeem!
Still flicker Jefta and Gideon on their coat badged upright!
3.
Every cup shall be filled with fine wine, drink your fill;
Ariel, you haughty Harlot and Jesurun, you Cow from Prag!
Why come to trample my courts, then dressed up to chill –
do those, who have a waifu; oxe or house, go out for the kill.
What happens then orks kills you, who's gonna inherit your frag?
Raise your own banners and forsake the cross along with the Stag!
Jesus dost want the wise and understanding, to get the blue pill.
4.
You get no Red pill, not even black nor white, only in Cyan and Teal;
because you have slandered my Sermons, go back to Shire.
Raise high Obed-Edom, the judges of old, make them Real;
who stands up: “I wanna go against the Philistines!” Bleed –
When I looked for Deborah and Barack, they there slain, wired.
Like the Teraphim and Dagon in his House, raised self-admired!
Thus I bless Dragons and make Mothra reign the skies supreme!!
5.
Godzilla on your markets and Werewolves on your ships;
to surpass your Bears and Thunder, what oppress children.
Go back to the Covenant, to the Constitution, guard your lips.
Make them serve Christ, not Kill-Bill, don't Clint a ton of hips!
Those, who don't divorce an adulterer, shall not pass, Gwen;
where are no politics in Heaven, but Kevin E. Leven –
learn where Ben Tennyson failed and the emo/goth turnips!
6.
You think him a Holy Fool, not like was Tennyson smart;
but He believed in the boy first, being the wingman in shadows.
While others cheered for the Hero, he kept the niece a part;
lest she gets lost in the Magic and Charm-caster wheels her cart.
She could have been Korra, married to widows;
she who pets cats, is sullen Sinead O'Connor, at the window!
Before Jehu pushes Jezebel out of the tower of Snark...
7.
Take my Feathers, Paladin, become the Tengu in your dreams;
Koh as your Helmet and Rath as your Breastplate, full of vigour.
Erza Scarlet as your Pauldrons and Revy as steadfast Greaves.
Jinx from Arcane as your Gorget, Zaheer as Gauntlets, breathe!
Where's no faith without Freedom, Kingdom sans discipline poor.
Make the libraries great and towers high, the road to perdition, Flour!
Only El Shaddai, His Christ, Holy Spirit stand tall, Appease!
8.
Tassets and Faulds bring from Bah Sing Se, remember Kyoshi;
for the agents are lost and now they seethe. Through the rallies;
Crusades, bogs, meadows and Carnivals of (t)Rust the Myojin.
Don't fear the nights reach, for Greater is He, who is encroaching.
You shall not discard your hand, but restore the foes with allies.
Be like the trickster, who border-wars either/or Mulder – Scully!
9.
There's Beauty in the Beast, take the HR and make him a Lolly;
Sculpt in tease, even disagreer can be the one who's Deus Vult!
Because the Chosen didn't come to serve, but gallivanting glory;
hence the Samaritan shall be your Shepherd, the Ronin your dowry.
Those who refuse to become like the Geisha, turn back to Occult;
Lam wants to eat your French Masses and Cthulhu UWU to silt!
Onward Faithful Paladin and surpass the White Liberals Folly!
adjusted the wording to better fit. One Deus Vult in Stansa 9 replaced with Sculpt in tease.
ReplyDeleteadded the seventh line on 9th stansa which was missing making it end in the void. Now its much better OwO
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