"Light has flashed up"
Said Rutherford the so called judge.
For four days a substitute gavel holder
pound pound pound
he would not let it go.
The title that is.
So judging Russell, by then dead,
was his rise to power and renown
being praised as his replacement,
by unknowing confidences.
Little did they know of the hunger
for the good life of that man of words.
Vain words, blowing hard in the winds
of speculation.
Unashamed the old judge went down
in full luxury to suck the organ of Mammon
and counsel reticence from his enablers.
Distrusted now, his life's work lies ignored,
as untruth, as worthless wasted print,
a full rainbow of colorful lies.
A cleansing fire could not tame this
wretched work, burnt of Gehenna
once Kingdom Come.
Down will fall the Tower
for all time more.
