No peace of Mind with loyal heart, no nothing:
but a dense sensation, pleading
& yet, all
Honor was buried there while distress
without any shame was simply murdered.
The length of Time in One Eternity
When Hope was sealed
in honeyed casks
filled
with a golden subtil blood.
…and now I swear with sack cloth
for my naked beauty to hide
the honorable shame that would writhe
but only as a soul unseen but to very few:
where once before a Germanic son
A Norse Man
wearing wings of Mercury
A golden lad, wed to
a bright & insatiable Ideal,
to a feast for famished memory, is now abandoned!
Discarded, crushed and spat on.
What doesn’t despair here hapless
sustains within immortal hope
were it not for futility long time enamored.
Though this world would be our homestead
in disillusion, yes but a shadow
is become a place of recess for liars & a scoundrel!
Or has it always been this way?
No peace of Mind with loyal heart
no nothing but a bleeding
into this illusion
across Eternity!
God is our strength. Our Love. Our Kind. Before Adam, there was the Aryan. Our Führer was there, our ideal impossibility! An improbable fertile grain for another land! The Holy Sperm for another Age. Another Cosmic womb.
