Battle Poem by Samael Wolf

Fight, whether right or wrong

stand up for your dignity

or simply be led along

the garden path of a fools destiny

Fight for your way of life

or be ground into dust

by the machine.

Soulless creatures with gods of lucre

mindless fools that pray

rather than create their own Sucre

and beauty is a commodity

Much like a fish about to go bad

the price gets lower

No sale, so sad.

Mortality mortality, where does it go?

try not to think about it

but its always there (you know) ,

I enclose myself in my house, my cocoon

maybe it will leave me alone

not come too soon.