Semblance of Reality

A blindfold of choice to circumnavigate the truth a pestilence of history to be spewed into their time the fixations of deceit and into slavery brought their meditation upon the divine And so by hunger relinquish their lives Such a covetous will and in the black ink of blood lays its bitter hate upon the seed of love for authority for monarchy for the guttural monsters to chew all their beauty into dust Let heaven be bought by trinket and bauble let gold be fashioned into godlike idol and let fear be engraved into their tongue and speak not, evermore of angels To the light bring this shadow and with it to stand on hatred pedestal set each and everyone against themselves Then leave them to suck on the marrow of tears and bring them with obedience dragging at their knees these paupers, these consumers of holy books these gadgets shall fulfill our lives be we the bandits the very thieves of destiny the common culture of political crooks And so by illusion to use them and in our pestilence relish and in all the armouries of wealth be separate from them the scurrying insect called humanity will exist by the corrosive means of their survival and their deaths shall fill our bellies