A. C. Stewart
I am the Shell ! I m the spirit of Reform, Sovereign of the Battle-Storm, My explosions wreck the blind Misconceptions of the mind And blast them formless, shattered, from the highway
of mankind. And my dread convulsions shake,
Rule s foundation bond and form ; Till the boldest visions quake
Striving to o erpeer the storm While self-concentered Parasites still strive to keep them
warm
But I I am the Shell. Finance, the Prolocide, hath spawned a ghoul it cannot
quell.
I am the Shell!
The gory Retribution of the knaves who buy and sell The blood and souls of dunces whom they toss off-hand
to Hell.
I am the Shell ! I strip Fool and Flunky bare :
In the crucible of war. All the bloodless Frauds that were, Lie revealed the dregs they are. I m the Shell ! The desolating, renovating, re-creating Shell.
The Shell!
The doom of putrid Privilege, Emancipation s Shell, The crashing Shell, The Shell, The Shell!
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