No law or compulsion
In the history of man
Has vanquished the spirit
Or sullied his plan.
No preponderance of nastiness
Or heavy of hand
Have diluted the soul
Of a son of this land.
No oppressive demeanor
Or depraved mood
Have squandered the heart
Of my family brood.
No rule of despondency
Patterned or plain
Will blunt the edge
Of this febrile brain.
No damaged tissue?
No rendered dream?
Pass on cruel smile
With your cold eyed gleam.
Yes, get thee gone
Oh despoiler of men
Or feel the fury
Of my vengeance then!
Marshalg
@theGate
Mangere Bridge
24 March 2009
Jan 12, 2010
Jan 12, 2010 at 11:48 AM UTC
No law or compulsion
In the history of man
Has vanquished the spirit
Or sullied his plan.
No preponderance of nastiness
Or heavy of hand
Have diluted the soul
Of a son of this land.
No oppressive demeanor
Or depraved mood
Have squandered the heart
Of my family brood.
No rule of despondency
Patterned or plain
Will blunt the edge
Of this febrile brain.
No damaged tissue?
No rendered dream?
Pass on cruel smile
With your cold eyed gleam.
Yes, get thee gone
Oh despoiler of men
Or feel the fury
Of my vengeance then!
Marshalg
@theGate
Mangere Bridge
24 March 2009
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