The God in the broken machine of the ghost, <br />Of course that's me. <br />I'll burst out of my Nostradamian cage and attack, <br />Without pity or mercy, <br />With fury, death and destruction, <br />Out of which something always rises, (like the phoenix) , <br />Which will unbind and transform Vulcan's chains - <br />Into an Eagle, spreading its wings - <br />Over something glorious - where glory cannot retreat - <br />Or be commandeered by spineless liberal democrats <br />In their futile Marxian quest for Nietzschian pity. <br />The end of God and not too soon. <br />There will be glory again! <br />Comradeship, patriotism, grit. Sturm und Drang. <br />We'll have them back. <br />We'll all be supermen, <br />By martial means through Wagner and Goethe. <br />In the end, which justify the means, <br />Which have to be mean, very mean. <br />Pragmatism takes no prisoners. <br />Affairs must be completed quickly. <br />No debate. <br />No democratic Procrastination that be-devils the saintly. <br />Instant decisions. <br />Let the bureaucrats sweep take care of the niceties, <br />The little Things that mean so much to the little people, <br />Who live in a materialist heaven; without culture; <br />But when have they ever had it? <br />We will open the closed eyes of the masses. <br />And cure their blindness by force. <br />It's only a matter of time and struuggle. <br />We must have a system of law based on obedience, <br />Not emotionless fairness <br />So the people know where they are, <br />And, more importantly - <br />Know who they are.<br /><br />Stuart Miers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-myth-of-innocence/
