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 A. C. Stewart

I am the Shell ! I m the spirit of Reform, Sovereign of the Battle-Storm, My explosions wreck the blind Misconceptions of the mind And blast them formless, shattered, from the highway

of mankind. And my dread convulsions shake,

Rule s foundation bond and form ; Till the boldest visions quake

Striving to o erpeer the storm While self-concentered Parasites still strive to keep them

warm

But I I am the Shell. Finance, the Prolocide, hath spawned a ghoul it cannot

quell.

I am the Shell!

The gory Retribution of the knaves who buy and sell The blood and souls of dunces whom they toss off-hand

to Hell.

I am the Shell ! I strip Fool and Flunky bare :

In the crucible of war. All the bloodless Frauds that were, Lie revealed the dregs they are. I m the Shell ! The desolating, renovating, re-creating Shell.

The Shell!

The doom of putrid Privilege, Emancipation s Shell, The crashing Shell, The Shell, The Shell!

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