• ThomasMuentzner [he/him, comrade/them]
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    3 years ago

    :lets-fucking-go:

    Cover Your heavens, Zeus

    With cloud vapor

    And try Your strike, as a boy

    Beheading thistles,

    Against oaken trees and mountain heights;

    You still must leave me

    My Earth standing

    And my hut ,which You did not build,

    And my hearth, home's glowing

    My Fire that You begrudge me!

    I know of nothing poorer

    Under the sun than You gods!

    Indigently You feed

    Your majesty

    On proffered sacrifice

    And breathfuls of prayer.

    You would starve to naught

    If not children and beggars

    your hopeless fools

    When I was a child

    That knew not its way in the world.

    I would lift my deluded eyes

    To the sun as though out beyond it

    There were an ear to hear my complaints

    A heart like mine

    That would take pity on my oppression.

    Who came to my aid

    Against the Titans' and their insolent rage?

    Who delivered me from death,

    From slavery?

    Was it not you, sacred heart ablaze,

    Who achieved it all?

    And, swindled in your youth and good will,

    Did you not glow, with thanks fit for a Savior,

    Against that mere Sleeper on high?

    I should honor You?

    For what?

    Did You ever gentle

    The ache of my burden?

    Did You ever dry

    The tears of tribulation?

    Was I not forged to manhood

    By Time Almighty

    And Eternal Destiny,

    My masters and Yours?

    Perhaps You believed

    I should find life hateful,

    And flee to the wilderness

    Because not all my blossom-dreams

    Reached ripeness?

    Behold

    Here I will sit, fashioning men

    In my own image,

    A race after my likeness,

    A race that will suffer and weep,

    A Race to Despise You! , as i do !

    And rejoice and delight with heads held high

    And heed Your will no more

    Than I!