Show ANARCHY out of pour own black records reeking with shame and sham ye have wrought me 0 nations of europe the leprous thing that I 1 am aloof in human itys twilight where kings and gods were as one I 1 was born like the swine that wallow like the moles that slink from sun raw feudalism begot me with shuddering fear for mate I 1 was as rocked in my cradle by sq squalor balor and my swaddling gear was hate through the dark mediaeval media eval decades forgot amid mirk and ruck an infant a giant a monster despair from its dugs bugs gave me suck I 1 was earthy and yet was spirit demoniac and yet was I 1 meek while the vulture of degradation in my V i vitals would plunge its beak even thus lying helpless I 1 waited alone with my firey tears unaware how I 1 won slow vigor from the stealthy and strengthening years yet the pageants of history passed me as I 1 writhed in iii my lair of mud all their purples of arrogance flaunted and their crimsons crim sons ablaze with blood I 1 beheld how the backs of the people were branded with sear scar upon scar from the curses of caste from the curses of creed from the curses of war and at last last I 1 arose I 1 exulted with my hardihood fostered of time lime s an anguish by anguish made potent a crime procreated pr by crime if ye ask me my purport what boots it V your heed on my answer to hang do they question the cobra where found w he the venom that leaps from ahls hi fang can ye tear the foul fame from borrup M tion or cleanse from dishonor the 3 stain to a tiger your logic is lifeless to a viper your maxims are vain when ye slay in your own souls their evil my infamies amies then shall ye slay I 1 am sin that man sinned through the ages I 1 am sin that he still sins today and like dews below moons I 1 shall perr ish when shall perish from lands that they mar the curses of caste and the curses of greed and the curses of war y and while these are yet regnant and rampant in my veins their vile spell 1 shall not die s nay while these oer the world loom colossal ol the shadow of them shall i be I 1 i edgar fawcett in colliers weekly a |