Samstag, 17. April 2010

Primeval

Though the civility of the world has tried its best..
To beat and deject the barbarian in my heart...
Somewhere deep within he still lives...
Inhabiting my very core, biding to fulfill his part...

He brews the fury of my righteous anger...
Subduing in fisticuffs, tormenting pain...
Gifting the blindness to distraction..
And the strength none can drain.

This is the primeval spirit of man..
That allows death in a blazing flash..
Without its fear or the even its notion..
Saving us from being the enslaved hash.

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