The seeds were sown in ancient lore,
Of blood and soil, and gods of war.
Pagan chants from a forgotten past,
Twisted now in hatred’s grasp.
Odin’s name and Thor’s great might,
Misused to fuel a far-right fight.
This hate comes from pagan roots,
Christian nationalism in combat boots.
Trump lit the fire that fueled their pride,
Proud Boys, Oath Keepers, Three Percenters allied.
QAnon banners waved high in the air,
With chants of "The Storm" and justice declared.
He called them forth with words of might,
"Fight like hell," he said, on that fateful night.
Seeds watered in blood, hatched in combat mud,
Their roots grew deep through floods of blood.
Atomwaffen dreams of collapse and flame,
Accelerationists stoking chaos’ name.
America First marched with white pride's call,
Their banners raised where truth must fall.
1st Amendment Praetorians stood near,
Guarding Flynn as they spread their fear.
The seeds of terror are watered with blood,
Their vines creep forth where freedom once stood.
Through digital webs their whispers spread,
A borderless plague where fear is fed.
From Brocken peaks to Capitol halls,
Their poison vines breach every wall.
The Proud Boys chant with fists held high,
Their banners raised where truth must die.
The Oath Keepers vow to stand and fight,
Their gospel twisted by supremacist might.
Three Percenters claim their founding creed,
To guard the land with violent deeds.
QAnon dreams of a reckoning near,
"The Storm" they await through chaos and fear.
A childlike faith in a savior’s return,
While democracy’s flames continue to burn.
But Canada saw these seeds take root—
Hate marching on in violent pursuit.
With laws to name them for what they are,
Terrorist groups that have gone too far.
The Proud Boys banned for their violent creed,
Atomwaffen crushed for its deadly seed.
Three Percenters and The Base cast out,
Their hate rejected without a doubt.
"No place for terror," Canada said,
"No home for lies that leave truth dead."
With assets frozen and power denied,
These groups will find no place to hide.
Beware these seeds that hatch and grow,
Watered in blood where hatred flows.
But nations rise to cut the vines—
To guard against these dark designs.
America's need to kill these roots
Smash these seeds
Or we will all bleed.
DrummerDave26
