Voice from Below - Nov. 6, 1968

I am the evil voice that laughs

At pain and sorrow, the struggle of elves,

You who would bring God down on earth

Pathetic are your fragile selves.

Fighting confused in blind rages caught

Senseless and vague are your movements of thought,

Pettiness, ignorance dictate your lives.

Ending at last in an empty Nought.