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A Gnostic War Chant

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  A Gnostic War Chant
  
  I.
  
  The Chancellor speaks:
  
  Your continental Majesty -
  please do divert your blessed attention
  from our magnificent festivities -
  perhaps we should take measures now.
  it's not just nasty thieves
  and run-off heretics
  in those Eastern steppes anymore.
  He's grown too big a fish for our muddy pond.
  a continental gangster
  with a schizophrenic personality split
  who would like to dance
  the entropy tango
  on our bones
  if not today than tomorrow
  if we let it all go.
  So we ought to take measures now.
  Send a New Western Hero(TM) out.
  There're droves of fools around.
  stout Light-believers
  wannabe heroes
  mad would-be killers
  with silly baby faces
  with their cheap thrills
  and their hate faith---
  
  
  
  From A Gnostic War Chant
  
  
  Once, Love and wrath united you and me -
  Two men and Gods. But is the difference too real:
  However sweet to me the Truth may be -
  The thirst for victory is greater still.
  
  I walked on sculls and diamonds in these lands,
  In rotten fields I was a desert storm.
  This planet's life is secured by my hands
  And ships victorious return to home ports.
  The Eastern Seas in brilliant welcome run
  To greet eternity and a free world's rebirth.
  Old continent awaits her greatest son -
  But no. Gods should not dwell on Earth.
  
  Old healer Time does walk on, stepping bold.
  Sun sets for me the hour to depart.
  To leave my dear, bitter Realm of Gold,
  Our Earth. And follow you, my heart.
  Forth on my destined Way, too far
  Into the gentle dance of sparkling worlds.
  Gone, never to return, like you, my star.
  With no more human wrath or human hurts.
  
  
  
  From A Gnostic War Chant
  
  the Usurper speaks
  (on his meeting with the Star of Wrath and on Amalie's death)
  
  ***
  
  In mortal eyes I watched all the scorn
   and all the rage of empty lifeless space.
  In mortal mind a desperate wisdom burned,
   controlled wrath and greed and love and hate.
  
  He'd given away his soul for Love and lust
   The Dark became his roots beneath the grass.
  His steps made age-old empires crumble to dust -
   A god and man, both less and more than us.
  
  For all his faith he trembled in his pain.
   The shadow on his throat - a crimson gash.
  Free human hands - and clanking of a chain:
   That Grace is far too hard for mortal flesh.
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