T**d Coming

The cycle of civilization is entering its third phase, if my calculations are correct. The hour is very nearly at hand. The New God is waiting to be born.

He is a t**d, lacking all conviction,

Of unnatural predilections,

Yet I feel his hour draws near.

Arise, Sir T**d, forget your fear,

You must believe with all your soul

That you were born to play the role,

The role itself is nothing else but that.

 

With giant strides you have begun

Toward the centre of the sun

And who or what can interpose?

The die is cast, the feeling grows

See how they live upon their knees,

They seek a master to appease;

In freedom’s realm, they cannot bear to dwell.

The worship of the t**d will do as well,

Or better than what’s come before

A new brown god they will adore

For I will come before .

They will tremble at my roar

When I say:

“Ye Sons of Men will burn in fire

Unless this new god ye admire.”

Yes, faith is all that they desire.

‘Tis there for he who dares aspire

Now rise, Oh T**d, from out the mire.

Now rise, Oh T**d, from out the mire.

Reviews

[Variablecharm]

You must have had someone in mind. This is a very powerful statement.

[Tony]

This is excellent.
Hmmm..... somebody has been watching Tsarion videos or something...