everyone worships money and power
now that earthly law has ruled their mendacity legal
they cursed God and nothing struck them down
so they feel brave now to send families to their ruins
now they have joined the Control and can track
everyone's habits and indulgences
to a memory bank
(the ancient schoolmarm's threat
of a permanent record realized and fulfilled)
when you can be denied whatever you took to be
freedom and if no one knocks on your door
at midnight it only means you haven't pissed someone off
and this whole generation of automata think
this is absolutely wonderful and right
every generation it's own brand of idiocy and self-regard...
and the ancient fools like me of the old faith
those of us ever waiting for some deliverance from a just merciful God
we just sit dissolved in our lesson of what it truly means
to be liability for our own actions...oh fools...all of us...
we who cling to this era's illusion of evil as a given
and we who wait for a God to send plagues to show our enemies
we meant business...we all jerk off in a mirror...
whether claiming matter as our prize
or performing obeisance to the Original CEO...
the Original Gangster...
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