and as I speak I feel the guilt
not for what I have to say
but for stating it in this way
that contradicts all gone before
to place the human within war
with all it's grimy soil and silt
lapsed greatness of the will
idealised in the urge to kill
and purify some ancient myth
of faux science merged with
liberal ideals of the perfect man
the polite state in which we can
discuss the higher things
on which our spirit on gilded wings
soars above the banal of wit
the kitsch reality of our shit
The Blue Book
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