A Heart of Darkness


it is addressed thusly:
A vision.
it reads:
The dark continent -- is it strange to find
That those who come out want not to return
What then is its image, time out of mind
What do even those who love it discern?
If there were in truth a god of blood
It would be here that the tide became a flood
Men to sell and men to slay and burn
A flower born to be nipped at the bud;

Those who come must join its ritual
Its populace through theft and murder trained
Trained by its own and on its own will fall
Save by a wall, and it will be blood-stained
None will contain them save almighty God --
Make more children, destined for the sod
Until at last the world itself be drained
Weep then and sing: "Komm, süßer Tod."
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:
The Fortunes of Africa

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