The poem, titled “The Constitution’s Sacred Fire: Woven from Scripture’s Truth, Beset by Shadows of Marxist and Satanic Sway,” celebrates the U.S. Constitution as a divinely inspired document rooted in Judeo-Christian principles, while critiquing the governance of Bush, Obama, and Biden for allegedly undermining its values with Marxist and Satanic influences.

It portrays the Constitution as a timeless covenant, shaped by biblical concepts like original sin (informing checks and balances), the covenant tradition (inspiring “We the People”), human dignity (Genesis 1:27), and Mosaic law (guiding due process and justice). Specific references include Deuteronomy’s limits on power, Leviticus’ jubilee for equality, and Exodus’ Sabbath and oaths, reflecting the Founders’ reliance on Scripture for moral and structural guidance, as seen in Madison’s separation of powers and Adams’ emphasis on civic virtue.

The poem contrasts this sacred foundation with perceived threats: Bush’s wars, Obama’s policies, and Biden’s leadership are depicted as drifting toward Marxist and Satanic ideologies, eroding liberty through an overreaching state. Despite these challenges, the Constitution endures as a beacon of freedom, its biblical roots unyielding against temporal corruption. The poem calls for vigilance to preserve this “sacred fire” of liberty, blending reverence for the Constitution’s origins with a warning against modern betrayals.

Upon a hill, where freedom’s light
Was kindled in the heart of night,
A parchment born of sacred will,
The Constitution stands there still.
Its words, a covenant divine,
Where mortal hopes and truth align,
From quills of men who sought to frame
A nation lit by heaven’s flame.

From Genesis to Deuteronomy’s call,
The Bible’s echo shaped it all.
In Eden’s fall, the truth was clear:
Man’s heart is frail, yet God is near.
Original sin, the human stain,
Demands a check on power’s reign.
So Madison, with Scripture’s guide,
Crafted balance to stem the tide.

“Ambition counters ambition’s might,”
He wrote, as stars burned through the night.
From Moses’ law, where kings were bound,
In Deuteronomy’s truth profound,
The framers saw a republic’s form—
No tyrant’s rule, no despot’s storm.
Three branches stand, like Israel’s plan,
To guard the soul of mortal man.

The covenant of Abraham’s line,
Where God and people’s wills entwine,
Inspired the words, “We the People” rise,
A solemn bond beneath the skies.
Not contract cold, but sacred trust,
A higher law to lift from dust.
Like Israel’s tribes, both free and one,
Federalism’s work was thus begun.

In Genesis, man’s worth was sealed—
God’s image, dignity revealed.
No noble’s crown, no king’s decree,
Could bind the soul meant to be free.
From Leviticus, the jubilee’s grace,
Proclaimed equality’s rightful place.
Due process, drawn from ancient code,
Ensures the law’s fair, steady road.

The Sabbath’s rest, the oath’s true weight,
From Exodus, the Founders’ fate
Was shaped to honor truth’s command,
To build a just and righteous land.
No test of faith, yet faith’s deep root—
The Bible’s wisdom bore this fruit.
For Adams spoke, with sober voice,
“Morality’s our freedom’s choice.”

Yet shadows fall, as shadows must,
When virtue falters, turns to dust.
Some cry of Marxist schemes that creep,
Of Satanic wiles in governance deep.
From Bush’s wars to Obama’s pen,
To Biden’s reign, they warn of men
Whose policies, they claim, betray
The sacred truths of freedom’s day.

A state that grows, with iron hand,
To choke the soul of this free land.
They see in laws a crimson thread,
Of communist lies, where freedom’s bled.
A drift from God, from right, from law,
Where liberty’s bright star they saw
Now dims beneath a clouded veil,
As virtue’s strength begins to fail.

But still the Constitution stands,
Unbowed by time or mortal hands.
Its roots in Scripture, firm and deep,
A sentinel where angels keep.
Its beauty lies in tempered might,
In justice sworn to guard the right.
No president, no fleeting reign,
Can break its will or loose its chain.

From Franklin’s plea, with Proverbs’ call,
To Henry’s warnings in the hall,
The Bible’s voice was ever near,
To guide, to chasten, to revere.
Not theocracy’s rigid claim,
But moral truth to fan the flame
Of liberty, of law, of grace—
A nation’s hope, a people’s place.

So let us hold this sacred scroll,
This covenant of heart and soul.
For in its lines, God’s truth abides—
The right to live where freedom strides.
Through storms of strife, through schemes of men,
Its light will call us home again.
The Constitution, born of prayer,
Is freedom’s fire, eternal, fair.