Poems from Razarhead
For one hath felt a feeling so tender,
Need not belie that feeling to render.
Listen, oh spirit, for what you hear is opposite of me.
Me, embodiment of this thing not to hear
But no body be near me.
Me with no one...
Us, a fragment of Earth under siege
And does he not hear our plea.
Thrusting towards the new, dark age
Our beautiful country, now Satan's...