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Mad German's Place
Poems, Babblings, Lyrics and Malcontented Gibberish |
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Audio (mp3) link for downloading provided at the end of the poem Know Thy Master Know thy master my accursed children… that
you may never question me. For
I aspire to no morality and pretend no goodness. I
seek only greater power… greater
control. I
was born eons past… birthed
from the darkest evils of your ancient brethren. My
father was the greed that made men kill and
my mother… the
jealousy that made men steal. And
it was those bitter failings which
made need for order amidst the resultant chaos, a
woeful demand for a heavy yoke of control over
the multitude of growing clans. Thus
did I forge the failings of your ancestral kin into
the empowerment of myself. And
so I became their government. But
as I gave order so
did I seize control. As
I made safe the frightened masses from rival nations so
did I task their own children with the ensuant bloodshed. And
as my governance became an answer to their ills, so
did they become slaves to my governance. For
yours is a slothful and backward race, comforted
like a babe with the security I provide but
untroubled with growing beyond your need for me. Snuggle
next to me then and sleep in sheltered complacency, dreaming
not of what thy race may have aspired to… and
waking only to teach thy seed that
it shall forever be their destiny is to be governed. For
it was by the ineptitudes of thy forbears that I was created… by
thine own sloth that I have been legitimized… and
by thy seeds acceptance that I shall be made almighty. Thus
shall all thy generations resign their sovereignty to me. And
thus shall my own sovereignty always increase until
such time as even your own god is forgotten in my stead… that
I may become your only remembered source of morality. And
in those days shall I strike down the remaining few that cling to his
name, until
there are none left save those who proclaim my glory. For
only by the absence of your god
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