Songs of Ruinous Anger

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All men think all men mortal, save themselves.

Edmund Young, “Night Thoughts”

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The Empire is Collapsing

Mortality, bearing its grand gift, hung above like that torment of Damocles Setting loose the anxieties of existence and the portent of death, At once life was brief - a candle changing into nothing, Yet beautiful, for amid the terror I loved twice.

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The Chimpanzee

What is known? - I was born. And for what purpose? - To be a son. But beyond that? - I cannot say, Except to wonder each and every day.

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Jack, The Crow

And now I have joined their ranks - That society of grey and grief, But onward atop this shaky plank ’til I’m taken by the constant thief.

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Death to Putin. Long live Ukraine 🇺🇦

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I am asking you to take my life in your hands and tell me whether I am doomed always to cause repulsion in those I love? - Virginia Woolf

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At the far side of this sad world, Come look for me - I’ll be half curled, With a dead flower and the tension in A pulled string  or Ford’s cunning.

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Dread

Of course the mind is lost - How can it not be, When one divines the dear cost of oblivion and entropy?

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Paradise Recalibrated

In the lands of mankind Look around among you, There are demons to be found And some angels too.

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The Dark

Come the night I come alive for pleasures' span I wish to strive, As nocturne tunes do hymn their sound a brand new kingdom I think I've found, At once above and below the earth a strenuous thing it was to birth, But now expands like the monsoon wave so enter, come, ye saint and brave.

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Nature is indifferent, verging on cruel.

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Authors of Disaster

Any manner of ideological discourse be just intellectuals talking, While the common man they claim to speak for simply goes on walking Along the pathway of his own life both pleasant and stark, As the others arrange their revolt, promising paradise but risking the dark.

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I am anything that happens after I am gone which would not have happened if I had not come.

“Midnight’s Children”, Salman Rushdie

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