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Offline DecemRationis

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White Man
« on: September 22, 2021, 01:19:00 PM »
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  • White Man

    My burden has gone underground, as if
    I were a jackass, upside down, and all
    my gold, with pots and pans, my maps,
    binoculars, with all that upright stands -
    my Bible, my gun, my grinning ancestry in photograph -
    is falling, falling, falling. My wealth unpacked,
    my heart uncanned, I'm scattered in 
    unchartered lands, where indigenous men
    (their women too) are stamping, stamping,
    stamping. I thought gin would undo me, 
    or the curse of Cain, not a forced excursion
    into a Land of Shame, with my guilty
    shadow, with the middle fingers of spirit hands,
    making horns on my crown above me.
    I am haunted by Ecclesiastes, and the Book of Job,
    as my ironies go with me to the end of my globe,
    where my children go cannibal, and eat me. 
    Non enim omnes qui ex Israel sunt, ii sunt Israelitae (Roman 9:6)

    Offline SeanJohnson

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    Re: White Man
    « Reply #1 on: September 22, 2021, 01:31:13 PM »
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  • White Man

    My burden has gone underground, as if
    I were a jackass, upside down, and all
    my gold, with pots and pans, my maps,
    binoculars, with all that upright stands -
    my Bible, my gun, my grinning ancestry in photograph -
    is falling, falling, falling. My wealth unpacked,
    my heart uncanned, I'm scattered in
    unchartered lands, where indigenous men
    (their women too) are stamping, stamping,
    stamping. I thought gin would undo me,
    or the curse of Cain, not a forced excursion
    into a Land of Shame, with my guilty
    shadow, with the middle fingers of spirit hands,
    making horns on my crown above me.
    I am haunted by Ecclesiastes, and the Book of Job,
    as my ironies go with me to the end of my globe,
    where my children go cannibal, and eat me.

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    White Man


    My burden has gone underground, 
    as if I were a jackass, upside down, 
    and all my gold, with pots and pans,
    my maps, binoculars, with all that upright stands -
    my Bible, my gun, my grinning ancestry in photograph -
    is falling, falling, falling. 
    My wealth unpacked, my heart uncanned, 
    I'm scattered in unchartered lands, 
    where indigenous men (their women too) are stamping, stamping, stamping
    I thought gin would undo me, or the curse of Cain, 
    not a forced excursion into a Land of Shame, 
    with my guilty shadow, with the middle fingers of spirit hands,
    making horns on my crown above me.
    I am haunted by Ecclesiastes, and the Book of Job,
    as my ironies go with me to the end of my globe,
    where my children go cannibal, and eat me.

    Romans 5:20 "But where sin increased, grace abounded all the more."

    -I retract any and all statements I have made that are incongruent with the True Faith, and apologize for ever having made them-


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    Re: White Man
    « Reply #2 on: September 22, 2021, 01:35:44 PM »
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  • edit: not going to meme here
    "We dare not even start to hope until the Faith, the true Faith, and its revealed content, are secured in our minds. Only in terms of Faith do we dare to hope."