Cleansing

I will make sheep of them
Those who stand around
Not knowing what to believe

I will mold their minds
Reveal the truth
Hate leaves none empty

I am knowledgeable
I am strong
And I will teach you

You have been waiting for me
Reich will rise again
3rd will be first

I am a guardian
And I will build our fence
But shelter is for some

Hygiene is mine
See my image
Learn to cleanse as I

Jews

Clog in our sprockets
Weight on our shoulders
Coal for my flame

Burn, burn, burn
See my eyes
Brimstone brings the deepest clean

I have seen struggle
I know thy enemy
I am not a politician

I do not stand and watch
I march and strike
Yours is mein kampf

Jews

Try to hide
Crawl into your hovels
Your church is no refuge

Germany is not yours
You are our weakness
You deserve nothing

You are nothing

I will extend my limbs
Fist to squeeze
Legs to stomp
Eyes to see, know, hear, everything

My greatest art
Your blood on the walls
No, yours is not blood

Jews

I hate you
I loathe you
You pain me

Your existence
Hell's last hurrah
But I will bring it to you

Gas may singe my eyes
But poison will run through your veins
I am the needle

Stones will not stand in our way
We will not stumble
The hammer will teach

I have seen war
War must have motivation
I will provide for my people

Painter, no
Architect, no
But I will build from your bones and smear your tears

Do not stagger my Germany
They are not human
Do not be swayed by red eyes

Jews

Mein Kampf, my people, my motivation
I will be your crutch, and I will be your axe
Germany I am your groom

Listen to my every word
Follow my every commmand
For the wolf has come

His howl will ring loud
Echo through every dark corner
And draw out the splinter

Germany, my struggle

-A. Hitler

Allusiophile

Robert Penn Warren's influential novel All the King's Men does not only relate to the day it was written in, or the future, but it also holds value in the past, as it alludes to many recognizable figures in Greek mythology. Two of the most prominent, Telemachus of The Odyssey and Cassandra of famous literature, make noticeable references within the work. Telemachus, made famous through his trials in his search for his true father, almost directly symbolizes Jack Burden, who shares the same motivation and methods. Through tests of morality and research, Jack combs through his "suitors" to locate a figure to call his father. Telemachus on the other hand, works to eliminate actual suitors and sits in wait for his one true father. What they both share, however, is a true father they both discover, and whom they realize is the most righteous of all. Sadly, Jack does not uncover his soon enough, and only his father's death unveils his true identity. Jack also crosses with another mythical figure, Cassandra, as he flips through his ancestor's journal. Cursed by a god, his unrequited love became a burden on her that she could not withstand. Blemished with insight, yet never given any heed. Cass Mastern, Jack's late ancestor, also possesses this gift, but in a less literal sense. His writing's bring light to Jack's future, yet as the Greek people to Cassandra, Jack does not not heed the warnings. Yet, perhaps it was more than ignorance that prompted Jack's misconception. “Or perhaps he laid aside the journal of Cass Mastern not because he could not understand, but because he was afraid to understand for what might be understood there was a reproach to him.” But whatever the reason, Cass Mastern and his premonitions for the doomed Jack directly relate to Cassandra and her future-sight. Including this allusion, Warren succesfully relates back to Greek mythology through both Telemachus and Cassandra, and in this way spreads the influence of All the King's Men to the present, future, and past.

Vader

Shining hood of a hallowed existence
Eyes red but tearless
Stare into the face of your executioner
Twisted pride yields no tears

Ideal perfection, yet by the hands of another
His eyes wild, yet theirs staring heavily
I tried to do the right thing
But only smiled in a chilly way

Now breath made a labored sound
Pushed and shoved through the struggling mechanics
Like most things
Made of machine

Spun metal woven and coiled
Steam dynamo of complex design
But if so detailed, why so obvious
In this world, where everything happened

Forged by more than ebony steel
Created through a sun-dazzled world
Sit down, you all, so he can stand
Lifeless to the pull of strings