Conflict

 

I

Jesus Christ, Superman, here I stand;

thus I am! Like Martin Luther of old;

then He struck the shut door Grand.

Hold me like: “firm City, providence demand.”

for I wanna be your shield and sword, bold!

Make me empty, like iron man was mold;

so your people and you may find shelter, band!

II

Conflict is here, ready to serve my Lord;

Your White Mare, to rue them awe –

to be the kappa and mermaid in hood.

As you ordained: I shall bring thy brood;

the children and Samaritans, sawgaw!

But the Chosen and Worthy shall be cast out lukewarm;

on the Crossroads, as Gomer, daughter of Diblaim was!

III

Bless me, like Zarathustra, for I am going down;

Moon is fawning and Mercury is rising, Lion roar.

Its time to close the markets and Bourne –

who wants to save Ukraine – You Shant? Mourn!

Two Pounds; One Euro; Half a Santime – Babylon Whored;

Nato shall be cast down, EU be no more.

Each state to their tent, erect Nehustan and drown!

IV

Wallow in your salty tears, and name more dates;

call upon symposiums and Greta Thumberg to tamburine.

Play Sixto Rodriguez on background in a daze;

confuse yourself with Sartre and Descartes unfazed.

Just like in Karate Kid, a Honden once told: “Betray

me and I shall forskae thee!” Whiteraven, go slay –

give them selfy on a hole in void run, forrest, clown!

V

Don't rejoice, Mother Russia, for God shall hook your nose;

just as you came with the Arc, to punch Nazis.

Behold, there's a garage in my Temple and you dare pose!

Thus your pussy shall riot and the wagons Kill-Bill like Hosea;

You shall shrink into a Wallnut; дух соссий

St. Peterburg and Nišni Novgorod – иди нахуй , траций;

Putins head on a pike with a paper crown, Red Rose!