The
soldiers line up to die in battle
Erased,
replaced, displaced
Here
the Freemen are a variety of slave to the race
A
game of nations to rise to ephemeral greatness
Below
scorching gamma rays and the ever-turning Wheel of Cosmic Fates
The
blood feeds the soil
Where
bodies are broken in endless toil
The
flesh replicants reproduce
While
men laugh and make merry to the noose
Gallows
humor of those who wait for the final episode of extinction
Minds
lost to the gears and treads of consciousness mechanization
The
noise of primal rage feeds their dance
Against
order and drill- the way of the bloody lance
Nuclear
ashes to nuclear ashes; stardust to stardust
Ethics
is the domain of the purely corrupt
The
teachers lie while priests dare the brave to defy
The
Will of a god fashioned by those self-same task masters
Praying
to the air to avert the coming disasters
Winds
carry the supplications
While
humanity loses itself in empty Ego Libation
Parrot
patriots ignore the parable of the parabola
Pissing
in the decay of paradise
While
static screams are the zeitgeist
Begotten
besotten a generation in psychotic Dysgenesis
While
in pallid failure hangs the absent savior as a Nemesis
From
the waters arise
The
gods of the end of time
While
the paragons of greed wallow in the crimes
The
mulling masses are diluting their minds
With
the strong fruit of the vine
On
the serrated edge of sanity
Dancing
with diced feet, around the corpse of vanity
They
go into the navel of the night
An
obsessive regression
An
addiction past reason is a mental oppression
Phases
of Orphic rites
endless
return even in this life
Weakened
and weeping
Begging
his soul for reaping
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