Thursday, May 4, 2017

In the Shamanic Shadow



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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