And Bostons Angel cried aloud as they flew thro' the dark night.
He cried: Why trembles honesty and like a murderer,
Why seeks he refuge from the frowns of his immortal station!
Must the generous tremble
& leave his joy, to the idle: to the pestilence!
That mock him? who commanded this? what God? what Angel!
To keep the gen'rous from experience till the ungenerous
Are unrestraind performers of the energies of nature; Till pity is become a
trade, and generosity a science,
That men get rich by, & the sandy desart is giv'n to the strong
What God is he, writes laws of peace, & clothes him in a tempest
What pitying Angel lusts for tears, and fans himself with sighs
What crawling villain preaches abstinence & wraps himself
In fat of lambs? no more I follow, no more obedience pay.
AMERICA a PROPHECY by William Blake in the year 1793
Rust - Five Angels
Dimensions: 18" x 24"
Medium: Pigment pen, PVA, spray paint, archival cardstock on Masonite
The United States in 2013, the New World and my nation, forged through conflict. Not a moment of rest in 200 years. The New World not unlike the Old World. It is the realization that mankind is perpetually fallible and inherently evil. To be free, we must fight. Peace does not exist within Nature and does not exist within the Universe. It is a process of Destruction and Rebirth, a cycle that is constant, and the only constant that exists. No, We are not oppressors. The New Gods are the same as the Old Gods. They are merely the hopes, desires and methods that control men. We will not follow them anymore.