This is the Common Age
Writ on vellum of human flesh
Of the millions dead,
dried and cured by the quicklime
Of our godless philosophies.
The Imago Dei's been torn
From the dessicated shell;
This highly praised
Star-stuff, meat, dirt,
All that remains.
This is what you wanted.
Our heritage will actualize as
Either chains of vice
Or a lash to virtue
For generations to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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