The West Rise Up and fight & The Fall of Western Thrones

by Rósa Björk Kristjánsdóttir

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The West Rise Up and fight 

The Lord once walked these ancient lands
Where cathedrals rose by faithful hands
From mountain stone to ocean shore
The Word was sown forevermore

But now the West has turned its face
And cast aside redeeming grace
The covenant is mocked, defiled
By kings once just, now lost and wild

The stranger comes, not in God's name
But bearing laws that scorch like flame
No Christ, no cross, no saving plea
Just Sharia's shadow on liberty

The West once fasted, knelt in Lent
But now her soul is cold, unbent
She fears to speak, she dares not warn
While wolves walk in by lies well-worn

Isaiah weeps, and Paul looks down
As saints are scorned in every town
The Word is chained in court and hall
And Babylon rises, tall and tall

Yet God is not asleep nor blind
He tests the hearts of all mankind
A remnant still will bear the flame
And cry aloud His holy Name

So rise, ye faithful few and bold
Take up the Cross as once of old
For even Sodom had its Lot
And judgment comes, though men know not
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The Fall of Western Thrones

They came with gold and merchant sails
And built up cities, roads, and tales
From Charlemagne to noble Rome
The West carved out the world as home

It bled through war, and fire, and plague
Yet rose again with iron leg
It crowned its kings, it wrote its laws
It feared no foe, it paused no cause

But now the gates are open wide
And history weeps for wounded pride
For what once came with knights and creeds
Now crumbles fast through lawless deeds

The Gauls, the Goths, the Franks of old
Would not have sold their crowns for gold

Yet now the rulers feed the flame
And fear to even speak their name

Not by sword, but by decree
They hand away their sovereignty
And those who shout, “This must not be
Are branded traitors to the free

The banners fall in silent dusk
And marble cracks beneath the musk
But still the echoes stir the ground
Of men who once stood firm and proud

O Europe, bride of kings and clay
Will you awake, or fade away?
For if you rise, then rise in truth
And guard the grave of every Ruth
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The poem is written by Rósa Björk Kristjánsdóttir 
Iceland

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