Sweep away our benighted foundations, the cornerstones!
Our deeds soar to high heaven
Where above us, only sky.
Needing no return to roots, eyes ever cloudward,
For what use are the deeds of yester-men?
The blind, unthinking Reason of churchmen and ancients;
Dark and backwards, trite and gauche
Compared to our headlong Faith in
Progress’s shining sun.
Come, ye ravening savages of the earth,
Arise and trample the priests and kings
Of the sunset days in twilight lands.
We are gods and monarchs in our right;
What need have we to bow?
Pour their blood upon the streets, dipping the
Banners of our movement in the pools of scarlet Antiquity.
With standards sanguine waving high
We silence Diversity’s dissent–
Silence becomes our litany of self-worship.
Peace, O savage human heart!
We are brothers, you and I.
And man must not harm man.
No God in Heaven,
But we are the justice that we make.
Live in this world of our making,
Draw closed the veil of our pretense of a humane world
Bound by the laws of human gods.
A paltry rag to constrain man’s darkest roiling!
Flesh seeks to rule flesh, with no higher appeal?
We have broken free of the shackles of the past,
And now we, in maddened joy, tear asunder all who restrain.
What milquetoast scaffolds to be shattered by leaner days!
Evil is nothing, Good but wind
Do what thou wilt, shall be the whole of our law!
We are civil men, wise beyond measure. We are New men, with new ideas!
Assuming the port of Zeus, we thrust forth and
Scythe from our children Kronos’ stem and fruit.
Noble youths, we have Freed you of your burdensome chests,
From the bondage of past truths into diverse conformity.
We have Enlightened you– Go forth, you geldings, and multiply.
For the Children are our Future.
Soli Deo Gloria
From the Dragon's Desk... 