The New Master Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFGGHH HHIIFFCC JJAAKKLL MMMMMMNN OOPPKQMM MMRRSSTT TTUUQKOO VVRRMMWW XXCCMMWW MMCCFFRR| As one who lays aside a task where one has ruled alone | A |
| I lay aside the crown of hell and give to you my throne | A |
| As one who feels his race is run whose day is of the past | B |
| I recognize your genius and abdicate at last | B |
| I go and leave you master and I feel it's just as well | C |
| For Hades lacks its master until you rule in hell | C |
| The world wags on and changes old methods now seem weak | D |
| And the changes of a thousand years of these I fain would speak | D |
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| I've raised and sponsored many names that darken history's page | E |
| I've made them rulers of the world in many a by gone age | E |
| They all have shown a human turn from Nero down to you | F |
| But now my life long dream of a super fiend at last seems coming true | F |
| I've watched you since the faintest spark blazed in your mother's womb | G |
| I've watched your hypocritic grief beside your father's tomb | G |
| I know the tainted blood that flows thru your each and every vein | H |
| That shows up in your withered arm and feeds your fevered brain | H |
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| I saw it in your grandsire where first it cropped out plain | H |
| When German gold was squandered to slay the honest Dane | H |
| I fed you dreams of empire and dreams of lust and greed | I |
| And the age old lust of conquest that taints all of your breed | I |
| The strain that showed in Nero cropped out alike in you | F |
| You killed your gentle mother but not as Nero slew | F |
| I gave you hate of Albion for all the world will tell | C |
| That could I kill that Anglo strain I'd use the earth for hell | C |
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| I loathe the Anglo Saxon race I hate their English speech | J |
| For where the Union Jack waves high the Cross will ever reach | J |
| Their ignorant millions till the soil for they protect their own | A |
| I hate it for I've never had this ensign for mine own | A |
| I taught you how to use God's church I built the path you trod | K |
| I filled your mouth until you claimed a pardnership with God | K |
| I told you tales to tell to men I coached you every hour | L |
| Until an egomaniac ran wild mad with a lust for power | L |
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| I made an army for you then the peer of all war lords | M |
| I smiled the night you went away to visit Norway fiords | M |
| I knew your Bagdad railway schemes I knew the Austrian claims | M |
| I knew that German gold would guide the mad assassin's aims | M |
| I knew the schemes that you had planned the one that nothing curbs | M |
| I envied your diplomacy that blamed it on the Serbs | M |
| My brain ne'er hatched a finer scheme your armies marking time | N |
| And then the rape of Belgium your premier man sized crime | N |
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| And if one deals in hellish schemes that one must stamp your worth | O |
| You made a shambles of that land you moved hell up on earth | O |
| The cries of mangled maidens the mutilated child | P |
| The tears of butchered mothers would drive an earth man wild | P |
| And thru it all proclaiming you were the tool of God | K |
| O pardner in this orgy no one suspected fraud | Q |
| You butchered maimed and pillaged hell never saw such sights | M |
| As the Prussian Guard remembers on those first Belgian nights | M |
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| O shades of maddened Nero and his early Christian fires | M |
| Could he have been in Belgium and have seen your funeral pyres | M |
| Could he have seen your orgies he would have wept for shame | R |
| But had he your fiendish cunning he might have done the same | R |
| But the hated Saxon balked you and the desperate fighting Frank | S |
| Hurled back our super devils and took us on the flank | S |
| Your inbred tainted offspring lost his chances at Verdun | T |
| Where curtained steel just saved the world from the grip of brutal Hun | T |
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| But Wilhelm you are crafty you are mine own I ween | T |
| Your fertile brain had brought to life the hell born submarine | T |
| You killed the unarmed merchantmen you murdered in the dark | U |
| You sent the child and mother to feed your friend the shark | U |
| The world grew sick with wonder no voice was raised to laud | Q |
| And still you did it in your name the name of you and God | K |
| Where you have trod the world is dead no sign of life or mirth | O |
| You beat me Bill you beat my hell with this of yours on earth | O |
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| You won hell's admiration and of all of mine own folk | V |
| When you paired off with the ghastly Turk that was a master stroke | V |
| And all the things you did before just now seem weak and tame | R |
| Since you launched that Dardanelles campaign of pillage lust and shame | R |
| To fuss thus with my chosen race my ally since time dates | M |
| Proclaimed that Kultur and the Turk are well matched running mates | M |
| And tho I've watched hell's orgies and stood by in fiendish glee | W |
| I quit you Bill these Turkish stunts are far too much for me | W |
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| When officers from Kultur's class stand by and watch a Turk | X |
| Just disembowel a mother why Bill it makes me shirk | X |
| It makes me shudder and I've watched the master fiends of hell | C |
| But none of them have brains like you none do their work so well | C |
| When Turk and German flood with oil then set a school ablaze | M |
| And bayonet the babies as they stumble thru the haze | M |
| I yield the crown to you Dear Bill my pupil passes me | W |
| You take the r 'le of Master and your pupil I will be | W |
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| I've worked for hell's best interests my master now appears | M |
| For when your name is mentioned the imps break into cheers | M |
| The gavel of the poor damned souls that long has rung their knell | C |
| Is passed to you I abdicate and now you rule in hell | C |
| For years I've done the best I could now I realize I'm thru | F |
| And in the future I'm content to live and learn from you | F |
| Your earthly work is finished soon in hell you'll carve your name | R |
| And I shudder when I realize that hell won't be the same | R |
Pat O'cotter
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