In its age old sinful writing
as far as he goes,
his marks are carved into the sand
which he leaves just where he goes,
saying the whole earth is now my property
as if forever it will remain his
where his head had been crushed two thousand years back,
where he is only giving the last convulsions through the ages,
when with so-called saints and rulers he forges covenants,
do with them decide about distasteful things in secret,
as if this will halt an omnipotent God in His tracks
and of the second coming of the Lord for ages he does know
but do believe that he as an evil created being that had fallen to be monster
can stand, be victorious and rule against the omnipotent God of the universe.
© Gert Strydom
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