when you've lost all your freedoms

then you'll know

all you did contributed to the end of

the life you've known--

you couldn't believe anything

would upset your plans--

that you were entitled to be treated

as some fake god infested by parasites

with no other host to feed upon--

exalted by the glory of human lice

who think you'll offer them endless sustenance--

when you have nothing left of yourself

but a chewed-up corpse on an examiner's table

then you'll be gone and your parasites will have moved on

to the next manna that will give them some life--

all who hunger for their flimsy fame

will wind up in this body bag--

but who will hear of it?

none will accept that it could happen to them--

and then you will be free--

free to die slowly from the blood-letting--

free to be remembered until the last parasite

who tasted your brand will die away

in whatever way parasites have of running out of hosts--

then you'll be be one holy rotted cadaver

with no one to remember your religion--

and the life you've known

will be gone in any case--

new generations of hunger and ignorance

trying to go against their fates

and be what no one before has been

(except in terms of this vain belief)

and yet another generation will die its common death--

no pity no mercy no forgiveness no grace--

nothing but the ways of the world

as God has constructed it

and as we continually ruin it--

then you'll know the hoax of freedom--

then you'll know the delusions of the self--

then you'll know the end that commenced with your beginning

this time in the earth--

this gone time in the world

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.