A political leader worthy of assassination
Time flames like a paraffin stove / and what burns are the minutes I live.
Whom the gods do not intend to destroy, they first make mad with poetry.
To this pass Christianity has come There is no God, and Jesus is his son.
I have stopped being a misanthrope.
I am a genius who has written poems that will survive with the best of Shakespeare, Wordsworth and Keats