The thick batter of ideologies
Rift across the burning skillet
The scent of bludgeoned bodies
Drift through the scentless skies
In the name of all holiness
The banner of zeitgeist follies
Skate across the despotic demographics
Bombs fall across the oasis
While the weak and disenfranchised
Line up for the bullet of democracy
The devil slices up his decadent pie
Serving up to those who SHOULD
(know better)
A bloody cross is enamored
With salty tears for jaded souls
While the privileged sip macabre martinis
The flood of irrelevant information
Washes the earth for 40 days & nights
While the internet drives us
Warily into the next sub prime martydom
The children of bastard(less) milieu
Only serve to anchor us
Into their thermonuclear subtext
Choking upon the Devil’s Pie
We regurgitate the seeds
Of what we so eagerly sow
Sprinkle the golden lasso
Upon the neck of the poor
We seek oblivion’s sweet release
The inconsequential desires of peons
Are superimposed with the idiocy
And sheer democratic inebriety
Of what we perceive ourselves to be
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