OF DEEP STATE AND WORSHIPERS OF SATAN - LORDS OF THE WORLD

Saša Milivojev

 

Saša Milivojev

OF DEEP STATE AND WORSHIPERS OF SATAN

LORDS OF THE WORLD

 

The Ancient of the Days,
can you see what he is wearing,
Cardinal shoes made of children’s skin
wrung out from the veins
Last drop of blood that remains
overflowing tankers

Come through the secret bunkers
Descend to the underground
To the cities of gold
The gardens in diamonds adorned
Hotels palatial
Death camps infernal
Where thousands of children abducted
Cry in the clutches of the devil

They will invite you to dine
Pour adrenalin into your wine
Baby roast on the menu
Bones burning in the fireplace just for you

They will forever be returning
Rejuvenated with blood, rejoicing
to walk among men in shoes of cardinal skin
Stepping over dead bees just the same
Compassion they’ll say is their name
Whilst from those cities underground
From their laboratories
Millions of bacteria and viruses
Are killing your world mercilessly

The poles and icebergs they are melting away
Torrents will bring you to dismay
Tsunami will crumble the cities to ruins
Earthquake will shatter graves and dreams
Everything you have they will turn to dust
Drought will ablaze crops to crust
Of hunger millions will die
Poisons are raining from the sky

To the bones of children cast thy eye
to the bottom of the sea where they lie
look inside the savage eyes,
yearning for demise
gleaming with innocence of the fallen victims’ cries

The Ancient of the Days can you see
The Heavens are yearning for equity
Without the soul void is poetry
Let the world,
That endures the humiliation silently
Frightened of camps and lethality
- be free.


Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska

Copyright ©️ Saša Milivojev

 

  • Author: Saša Milivojev (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 1st, 2025 08:28
  • Category: Sad
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  • sorenbarrett

    The poem speaks of death, destruction, enslavement, and feels like war. It is a dark write. Well worded



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