Evil devil, sitting there,
Staring at your handiwork with glee,
No happiness in Akmeria this year,
For b— L---- hath made it flee.
You with your armies of foul wraiths,
Smelling of smoke and brimstone.
Any incident of peace and love
Makes you vomit, moan, and groan.
Escaped from the chains of Hades,
Unleashed from the pit of Hell,
In damp caves and concealing shadows
On the realm of Earth thou now dwell.
You assemble your forces of chaos
In the name of a God who spurns you.
In this the blessed world of Allah
Allies thou shalt find very few.
Hell-spawn find themselves drawn
To your wretched nature and dark heart.
They relish every sound that you utter
No matter if it be a word or a fart.
You sit there in your palace of illusion
Supping on fine drinks and delicacies
While hunger plagues your troops
And your good neighbor who from you flees.
Greed hath accorded you a fair fortune
While War provides you with arms.
You live with a gun at your side
And dream of recent threats and harms.
When the towers fell and the walls breached,
When Akmeria fell from the cliff of Olympus,
You gained a powerful enemy in Uncle Zeus,
Who shall throw you back into a pool of pus.
A nation at war, a world in fear,
All because of you, hellish b— L----,
Good men with heavy hearts fight
Though they be poor and downtrodden.
In the name of Justice and the cause of Peace,
Uncle Zeus summoned up the armies of Man.
A Holy War against Christians, Muslims, and Jews
Hath the vile b— L---- now began.
Denounced by his brethren,
Rejected by his kin,
Abandoned by his shielders,
You now sit in a fountain of sin.
Chilled to the bone by fright and fear,
A demon spurred in a palace falling down,
You watch the bursts of light just as
The walls begin to breach all around.
You hath brought the stench of Styx
Up to where it shall never belong.
You should have known that man
Would not stand for it ere long.
The armies of Man cut through
Your forces of bedeviled cruelty.
Like the cowards that they are,
Back to the shadows your armies flee.
Justice shines her light around the caves,
Waiting to catch you in the illumination.
You shall have to answer for your work,
You shall have to face a wrathful nation.
Akmeria shall have its devil in chains,
Of that you can be assured,
And Earth of your Styx-born stink
Shall be for all time cured.