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The Call to War Poem

  • thechaoswarlock
  • Dec 23, 2025
  • 3 min read

Updated: Feb 16

By Loki Laufeyson


Palo Santo

Rosary Beads

Holy Water


You'd think I needed an exorcism

With the mad ravings in my head

Seven lampstands was metaphor


The churches i visited only 2 were honest

Should a lost soul enter will you listen?

Demonic forces or just delusions?


In each city did I dare to walk

I met many far and wide

Each their own story


In the Dark streets were no treats

Only suffering and bitter loneliness

If a drink of water is all, be ye blessed


Restaurants and bars they saved my soul

They saw a person in need and gave freely

Yet friends they shunned me and hurt me


Something wicked lay in society

It is deep within each of our souls

You must decide who you are


If rainbows and pastels make you angry

Maybe that's not the actual problem

No, its your bad intentions with well dressed lies


If you want red, white and blue

Star spangled red rocket glare

Then look at the elephants in your room


Hickory dickory dock no mouse no

Let's run away from time itself

If the heat doesn't kill us


Trump surely will attempt it so

So fight fire with fire

Set a Canon loose!


Measure the lumps of coal

To burn bright the embers of freedom

Someday you will see me


One day I will bleed pink, blue and white

And be dressed with rainbows head to toe

If the black boots and tats upset, good


I will march with bricks in hand

Fuck you, I am an American

But not the right one, huh?


If you can't spell my name just hear me say

Im The Renegade, the rebel, the warrior

When the blacks and Natives stand


Will you stand too?

Our brothers and sisters are dying

Wake up, I shout with my single voice

Smell the ashes and Palo santo


If you can't see love thy neighbor

Then you really are condemned by all

See, Jew, See, Baptist, See Catholic and See Protestant


Oh don't forget the heathens, the Satanist and pagans

Remember the athestists, the scientologists and Buddhists

We all have in common several things


We all suffer the same when life plays hard

Beckon all to open doorways

It's lurking in the halls of Washington


If you can open your mind

Apply truth, justice and hope

It's written in these here lines


So drift away on fantasy maps

Float on Elven movies and shows

Dream of the dollars and the gold


If you don't fight we all die

Yes, for real there's no take backs

So pick up your pen or sword


We are all dying slowly, hello?

If my words don't startle, you be a zombie

So maybe rethink your life choices


So you failed us, hey its called redo

You know we have a constitution right?

Grow a pair and fight back, my rainbows


This Chaos Warlock sees you all

So stop him and them all

We deserve to be alive too

Let the hawk cry echo

Maybe resonate with synergy

It is this land we forget


Mother Earth, Father Sky and Deep Blue

Father, son and Holy ghost

The pattern repeats always three or maybe four


So there they are that's my clue

Remember this isn't a game

Lives are at stake, so wake the fuck up


Wake up, Mr., Mrs., Ms. And more

Smell the air, note that trails, sift the sands

We are in the battle for our lives


I stand with my banner here now

Will you join me to do battle?

If its war they want then let's give them one!

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