The Dark Defender

The Dark Defender
((October, 2010) (a short story based on fact))




There was a time (as this story will read in future times, for I will not be able to give a conclusion at its end), a time, and this is that time, today, as I write this short story, when America is groaning under the actual pressure of heavy wrongs from the elected elite, from the throne of the White House, to its Congress; a time of unprincipled leaders, endangering our country’s foundations, religion, a trying characteristic of tyranny, laws broken, rights of citizens repressed, soldiers fighting as mercenary troops in far-off lands and tax payers flipping the bill, all secured by the evil times and the allegiance between the White House and world at large. And because of this Dark Defender, far less freedom than the Citizens of this country has ever been subject to, are subject to at present, a loss, under the camouflage of national security, and other willful and evil and skillful diplomacy.
Consequently, the roll of the drum started at the on quest of the previous elections, and the electing of the Dark Defender, which seemed to be music to the ears of the world (and mounting ecstasy to the media—who would turn the tide at the last minute, securing his election)(and by effect, in essence, creating a de facto government)), and the country he was to defend, a country that was long destined to ruler and lead the world—and who had been for the most part doing just that, that singled out country that once showed strong and somber features and a stern cry for freedom (that no longer could claim this). Indeed, it was a country of spirit, and wholesomeness, which had worshipped and was reared to the God of the Universe; to the one who walked the streets of Jerusalem. But the Dark Defender, who also proclaimed this thought, once elected opened his arms to the mobs of evil, and despair, and gave no reverence for the sanctity of Jehovah’s very garments, and many cried “He’s the Antichrist! And he now is attacking America because he knows his time is short; and giving it away to other religions for the asking, making it, no longer a Christian valued nation.”
Whereupon the people of the land were subdued by his voice, and ministry, even the Pope was subdued and said nothing, and the kings of the lands bowed before him, he was the Defender, they even gave him awards for his presence. And the economy collapsed, and men married men, by his proclamation, and children were buried before they were born, by his decree. It was by his Secretary of State, and his hand, the deformity of the government hushed up the first of America’s Two Amendments (or tried to as they continue to try to at this very moment; as they feast with the enemies of Christianity; and burn bibles in stacks in Afghanistan to appease the Muslims, as they keep the Quran, on a sacred pillar).
It is a dark day for America, as it awaits its despotic rulers pointing of fingers for the masses to walk blindly in every direction, as does the world await and sinks deeper into the quicksand it has provided, while the land is deluged with unemployment—the highest it has had since the Great Depression, of the 1920s, and dependent on foreign economies to bail them out, lest they fall deeper into the bottomless abyss. And he, the Dark Defender, walks in the center of the street, his rulers on one side, and the masses on the other, displaying his arrogance, and defiance, as if he were God himself.
“Where did he come from,” asked many observers; where is he heading, might be the better question. Here was a man who gave encouragement, and now warning, a silent warning, who turned again and again against what he had proclaimed he would do, to make the country more durable, and the world more safer, while in office, and once in office, took advantage of his venerable brothers in all lands.
He was nothing like the country’s forefathers.
“Stand aside,” he told Congress, and the House of Representatives, when he ruled, only working with them, if indeed they bowed to his voice, his warlike peal—but telling the world he was open to their opinion (one lie on top of the other). And the country and the world looked at him for deliverance. The cry of the oppressed people did not earnestly disturb him.
Many had prayed he would fade into the hues of twilight, and they all pray for a champion at this very moment, let us hope God hears the prayers, before Satan.


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