They say that in the east
the sun is setting
the skies are brooding
and rain is falling
They say,
That we, who once were proud
shall fall
They say,
That our great empires
Shall be ground down
Lost.
They know us as we are
As men, our nature dictates
That we are our own end.
And like sand in the tides
We shall be washed away
Europe, the land of war
of nationalism
Has singularly determined it's fate
It has denied the light
Turned it's eyes away
And looks only upon itself
Preferring the comforts of Race
And pride
Patriotism in it's extremes.
While the pure look sadly on
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Patriotism in it's extremes. --a really good line.
And, I think elections aren't as scary as they seem to be when you first see the results. For my short life, three or four completely different parties have 'ruled' the country and I haven't seen any changes in my life. So, yeah, don't worry : D
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I'm not too frightened about the election results, rather, I'm a little upset. I'm a bit of a leftist and the elections of Nationalist parties bother me, especially since the left is going into decline because of that.
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All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.
I don't like the Nationalists, they seem to consider people who are not from their country... well, NOT people : D
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All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.
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