a very old spirit must come and we will call him a new name for if old god came ’round we wouldn’t recognize his voice; like men forget hell and thirst for war; just like war, we’ll forget: he comes from within the meek swallowed and scattered, pyrrhic madmen soaked and somber’d, shaman repairing rattles[…]
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many of a melting pot boil ye tempest stew one and all shall draw the lot pray it not be you non-violence claim we Atoms dejected gods inside do quarrel disbelief they cannot fathom for violence maketh moral body politic doth tick and on our blood it feed ambivalence burn whichever wick but burning cometh[…]