Come to me hero in noble Goethe by the phrase of well noun praise
Wear in the knight of Tigris burning bright all in Aryan raise of days
Too much too much of a jove and god in sleeping nod
In an abode of flesh road in the bond of surly Nimrod
Oh jack pole in the rhythm and roll of the dark of the Faustian age
Rhythm and rhyme in undersheet time in the turn of the labia page
Tormented in thought by dream caught in prose master race rose
There in the crypts of parted lips the tongue traces for chosen those
Born of empire in fiery fire in the natal blood worn leather glove
In sultry wept in menstrual wept the phallic of fidel love
Sacrifice of virgin for raise of dead to be wed
The marriage of deaths breath shed by the altar bed
The seed there born so forlorn once egg of German womb
Now the grave of none to save gestation of nation in American tomb
Shot this son in the setting sun in spring of winter summertime
In the sunset of season life met does the night not twinkle or rhyme
Call to me hero in Schiller spoused verb in the word silence there unheard
Call to me hero of nation low of Faust lost stirred in romance never again heard
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