The Death Throws of The Old World Dragon

Fear not this world war that has sprung up

like an evil flower, 

from the poisoned root of greed.  

For what you’re seeing are but the death-throws of The Enemy of Man, fighting for Its very life as the light of truth draws near It.   

You're seeing but the Enemy of Peace,  

fighting with the fierceness of a wounded demon, 

To save its own life. 

You're seeing but the King of Hell being deposed  

by the people he had sought to lord over, and use for his own gain, 

and the king's violent defense. 

Watch how this Enemy of Man  

Flails about in rage at those who betrayed it, 

All the while It's shrinking into the nothingness from which it came,  

Like a shadow shrinking by the sun's approach.  

Yes, My Child, I know that this devil's tantrums look like they could end humanity,

and the earth with it, 

But I want you to understand what you're seeing through my eyes, 

and my understanding, and my love.  

What you're witnessing, is but the inevitable undoing of a dark belief system

that has held humanity in its slavish grip, for far too long. 

No hellish thinking can withstand the Light of Truth forever, 

And so any demonic system must, at some time,  

be revealed, and undone. 

Though this Old World Dragon  

writhes and gnashes his bloodied fangs, 

and threatens to destroy the world if It's taken down, 

It isn't real, for what It believes, can never be true.