Amor Fati
Weeping wrathful the wanderer wearies of his wisdom
Drinking Dreary draughts to deaden the denouement
Somas’ sight this selfish Sophist sought
For fallen Forms frolicking feverishly in fearful freedom
-Grossly goes God to the grieving grave
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna to the highest.
Glory, Glory- He's gone the ghost!
But Before bastards even the best are bashful
Aspirants argue Agnostic about aristocracy
The Optimum are oblivious in Opiates
Instinct Inducing Indic inspiration
The Demos a damned demon defying a dead decency
A painful pleasure is the passing peace
For Living is a labor losing luster
A moving moment missing meaning
Tackling Time; a tedious tasking
Running rough and rugged the raft rages
Alone across an ambient absolute Abyss
A crazing craving endlessly increasing
Exceptionally exiling excellent Xandu
A deepening darkness does the duty
Masterful melancholy makes a mockery of the merriment
And a merry malevolence Mephisto makes...
The rays Recurrent radiance repeats remorse
A Dreadful indifference defends the deed
For the gold and glory I have gone gaunt and gory
With A Heavy halberd halting hell
Now nearing nihilism neighs its nefarious notes
And a smallish snare sinks the ship
shifty souls shallow
shield
Are the frequented friendly faces
For Here the haughty hopes hearken high
Clasping no crutch the cries become clear
-Do we thus drown in the deep?
Drunken and dumb, he dares death!
Sick of solitudes silly songs
And longing likewise for a like mind
Missing most a man makes ready to die
A Pitiless pain plays the pied piper
Reaping and wrought receiving naught
Sapped of strength a souls seen sleeping
Scything simply the seven silly seals
Weary of wisdom he wakes
his weeping…….
