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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