There's a moat, that's dry, but full and deep
Beneath crumbling ramparts, of a castles keep
A standard was raised, twas a white flag flying
To mark the place, that wasn't death defying
Did a swarm, of flies, over corpses, crawl?
For they'll always feed, when empires fall
And this empire fell, when it failed the test
Yielding meekly, they inevitably lost the West
Some invited those, who were god's marauders
'Come to us' they said 'across our open borders'
And on their knees, hailed 'Our King is yours'
But were brutally mocked, like virgin whores
It was a natural re-ordering, to cede, or kill
In the invisible presence, of some higher will
And the domino's fell, long before the liars
As did cities and states and country shires
They purged the leaders, the pathetic weak
But it was, too little, too late, to avoid defeat
For empires fall, when the virtuous pander
To the ludicrous elite and their propaganda
Now, the winter's here, of the forever night
A moat's covered in snow, rot stained, white
A standard's raised, but it's a new flag flying
To mark the place, where the old guard's lying

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