Rod of God
Descending swift, the heavens cry,
A spear of wrath from sky to sky.
Metal strikes with searing might,
Splitting earth, igniting night.
No warhead borne, no blaze to spark,
Yet power rains from orbit dark.
Silent, swift, and deathly true,
The rod commands what none subdue.
From man to star, ambition soars,
Yet such force shakes our fragile cores.
Creation bends, destruction’s art,
The Rod of God—a chilling start.
NYET NYET NYET!
NOT MY MANSION!!!
I WILL NEVER SURRENDER GENERAL KANE!
General Kane
A shadow rides on fields of fire,
Steel-clad will, a dark empire.
With eyes like storms and voice of stone,
He claims the world, a throne unknown.
The banners rise, the heavens wail,
Through shattered lands, his armies sail.
Mercy fades beneath his reign,
The ruthless hand of General Kane.
Yet whispers haunt his sleepless night,
Of battles waged, and fading light.
A man once noble, now a scar,
Forever bound to wounds of war.
GI JOE:
must always control the rod and not Cobra.