I work for cheats and liars
so do you
every single one of us
know the false is true
we fan their goddamned fires
we get no gratitude
and when the kingdoms of the world fall to dust
these power-mad bosses will take us too
and will their hell be our heaven?
was Blake right after all?
I work for visionaries believing
nothing but their fall
while we rise? to what paradise? while
passion consumes the hungry and peace is cold as ice?
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