A Goyim’s Regret

Money and lies
Streets with dead eyes
Sacrifice with a golden rod
As a undefiled queen to our new found gods
Heil this coming Ashen dawn
Into great silence a gentile pawn

Our destitute and senseless pain
A torpid flame and desire
Athwart the frozen lakes like blue eyes where there once was life within
Is Anterior to their power
Is this what life is made of?

VMV August 30, 2013

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