Stultifera Navis (The Ship of Fools) Stultifera navis sails Under the winds of madness. In its black and white insanity Desperate passion is gathered from the sea. Where false presumption has left us Here in the bow stultifera navis. Cry oh mercy to the waves I have forgotten my sin of just punishment! I give the seas my lust and anger! I fall into a hull of madness Of passion and delirium And of a colourless asylum. The Great Confinement In these prisons of moral order The madman bears his stigmata. Stakes irons, dungeons and prisons Had sought to destroy the poor, The vagabond, The unemployed And we are but madmen In our poverty. In the house of Saint-Louis The history of unreason Waits uncradeled in its cell of deception! Only Beggar’s hold the true meaning Of a second rebellion against god! They hold no moral duty to their state Which in its religious piety Hold men in approaching redemption. As Yet untitled Spoken words reduced to sinders ashes in the funeral pire. fifty strong men, spent their lives in fire waiting for the wind, waiting for the earth to enrage drawn into the night and came to extinguish the ravages of ages. Where children play in rubble. Where their school lyes in peices. Where the corpses of so many lye.
the first verse of the second poem is my fave bit of al of them ) it ends just right i like it You got some good talent there boy
