The Song of America

I doom, I live, I will,
I take, I lie, I kill!
I rend and rear
In deserts drear -
I build and burrow well.
With wrack and rue
I hound and hew
On founding stones in Hell;
My Temples rise
And split the Skies,
My winged wheels do tell
The woven wonders of my hand,
The witch-work of my skill!
I writhe, I rave,
I chain the Slave
I do the deed, I kill!
Now what care I
For God or Lie?
I am the great
I WILL.