i won’t be
The worship of Mammon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
i won’t be your superman
and i’ve got no master plan
i’m just doing all i can
to stay atop these shifting sands
eating fire from streaming screens
buried in minutia
at once
burn my insides
with the Beauty of a dying ember
i won’t hock my soul for Mammon
when i look around me, examine
War, Pestilence, Death & Famine
all Religion controls by damning
eating Fire from the Belly of the Beast
buried in the Afterglow
at once
a salty pillar
melting in the coming Rising Tide
i won’t sit and wait for Heaven
and i don’t need to be forgiven
a madman with no purpose driven
taking only what i’ve been given
eating fire from the fruits of Error
my burial plot thickens
at once
back to Mother Gaia
eating every last Unspoken Word
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