The Übermensch Pulling Against The Superego.
The Übermensch Pulling Against The Superego.
Thee solemn fiendish battle of thee bad'st titans of gore.
Who shall win this dissonant war against thy anguish self of woe?
O'ercome thy self and push them aside,
push thy egos below a asunder thou must go,
O'yee with thy minds so lost within,
worms of a feather must find something better,
Arise alas truly thou must truly learn to live before thy perishes in thee ego flames below,
lamppads of seven awaits thy presence duely stand pardon bow,
who is thee biggest badd'st of thee ego's thee weak asks with a grin?
How lost thou must be to ponder such things in thou's distemper'd brains,
ask thee saurian toads on thy pad be it must, if thou must,
the super ego,what a name from thou's ego giv'ft such a name, be it lost as it is,
Übermensch, the superman with no cape to fly, just mutters in darkness rats in thee gutter,
represents so much for many professors in hard chairs that cant e'en rock,
yet nothing of value of be,
'cept perhaps a rustled degree,
a conversation piece whilst thou sipp'st at garden tea,
as does the different types of egos sipp'st at thyselfs, no cups need to be fill'd,
the more thine fight thee senseless battle without swords, but cut just as deep,
the more the field in which they dwell shall lose,
( i.e. YOU! thou body is now up for auction, Sold! be it cheap, first hand went'ft up)
give up your self construed idolatrous egos abound within,
but soft, learn to love as thee gentle doves that soar high above in stars delight,
for thee battle of hideous egos,
will lead thou to the paralysed war within thou self's,
and very quickly shall be your own plunging destruction,
then where will your desolate ego lay be it cold under ground?
That's right,good guess without e'en guessing,
next to old knave, Id Sigmund,
and the O' hapless entombed lad called Nietzsche.
Steve.D.Hammond.
The Übermensch Pulling Against The Superego.
The Übermensch Pulling Against The Superego.
Thee solemn fiendish battle of thee bad'st titans of gore.
Who shall win this dissonant war against thy anguish self of woe?
O'ercome thy self and push them aside,
push thy egos below a asunder thou must go,
O'yee with thy minds so lost within,
worms of a feather must find something better,
Arise alas truly thou must truly learn to live before thy perishes in thee ego flames below,
lamppads of seven awaits thy presence duely stand pardon bow,
who is thee biggest badd'st of thee ego's thee weak asks with a grin?
How lost thou must be to ponder such things in thou's distemper'd brains,
ask thee saurian toads on thy pad be it must, if thou must,
the super ego,what a name from thou's ego giv'ft such a name, be it lost as it is,
Übermensch, the superman with no cape to fly, just mutters in darkness rats in thee gutter,
represents so much for many professors in hard chairs that cant e'en rock,
yet nothing of value of be,
'cept perhaps a rustled degree,
a conversation piece whilst thou sipp'st at garden tea,
as does the different types of egos sipp'st at thyselfs, no cups need to be fill'd,
the more thine fight thee senseless battle without swords, but cut just as deep,
the more the field in which they dwell shall lose,
( i.e. YOU! thou body is now up for auction, Sold! be it cheap, first hand went'ft up)
give up your self construed idolatrous egos abound within,
but soft, learn to love as thee gentle doves that soar high above in stars delight,
for thee battle of hideous egos,
will lead thou to the paralysed war within thou self's,
and very quickly shall be your own plunging destruction,
then where will your desolate ego lay be it cold under ground?
That's right,good guess without e'en guessing,
next to old knave, Id Sigmund,
and the O' hapless entombed lad called Nietzsche.
Steve.D.Hammond.