Post-Christian..Karl Marx
 

"The Pale Maiden"

Thus heaven I've forfeited,
I know it full well.
my soul, once true to God,
Is chosen for hell.





"Invocation of One in Despair"


So a god has snatched me from me my all,
In the curse and rack of destiny.
All his world's are gone beyond recall.
nothing but revenge is left to me.
I shall build my throne high overhead,
Cold, tremendous shall its summit be.
for its bulwark___ superstitous dread.
for its marshal___ blackest agony.
Who looks on it with a healthy eye,
Shall turn back, deathly pale and dumb,
cluthched by blind and chill mortality,
May his happiness prepare its TOMB.