john thomas

(07/03/1962 / Bradford, West Yorkshire, England)

The Mole Series - Part 8 - The March of Man


For blasphemy? You’ll rot in Hell!
And languish long in Satan’s well,
‘The Book, ’ doth spake it so,
That merest utt’rance, from crook’d lips,
Of darkest World where Hades trips –
That Hell will overflow!
O, Beelzebub will on you rip,
No Lord will grace repentless quip
And you will eat that crow;
And of this World you claim I spoil?
‘Tis beauteous, and through Man’s toil,
And by his grace fair grows,
What sanction you, who dare condemn?
For ‘tis out time, the march of Men.

Submitted: Monday, October 12, 2009
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