INHUMAN man! curse on thy barb'rous art,
And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye;
May never pity soothe thee with a sigh,
Nor ever pleasure glad thy cruel heart!
Go live, poor wand'rer of the wood and field!
The bitter little that of life remains:
No more the thickening brakes and verdant plains
To thee a home, or food, or pastime yield.
Seek, mangled wretch, some place of wonted rest,
No more of rest, but now thy dying bed!
......
The odious demon was trapped in stone,
to prove that we master the unknown.
Great power that is,
to do as we please.
Unaware, our humanity is gone.
(from Kwoa's ~naive~ World Trip)
The odious demon was trapped in stone,
to prove that we master the unknown.
Great power that is,
to do as we please.
Unaware, our humanity is gone.
(from Kwoa's ~naive~ World Trip)
INHUMAN man! curse on thy barb'rous art,
And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye;
May never pity soothe thee with a sigh,
Nor ever pleasure glad thy cruel heart!
Go live, poor wand'rer of the wood and field!
The bitter little that of life remains:
No more the thickening brakes and verdant plains
To thee a home, or food, or pastime yield.
Seek, mangled wretch, some place of wonted rest,
No more of rest, but now thy dying bed!
......