Damned Eternal Share - Poem by Jerome Fuseau
Why, I, in this exquisite mixture
Of resolute loathing
And everyday fear,
Have no delight in conquer.
My share shall be the most
Primordial of them all.
That puny place
Next to the feet
Of the Unnamed Master.
There, I would beg
Rise, verity, up from my soul:
I would drive Him mad with my silence.
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