From The Beast Scriptures
When you sell your soul
To the service of an indigenously corrupt
Bureaucratic machine
For a dollar
A title, sense of power
Pat on the back from suits 'Upstairs'
What has been gained by
The False Sacrifice
Laid willingly upon the burnt altar
Of dark and hidden gods ?
Only to he consumed by the same blind thirst
You choose to serve.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2019-01-03 at 05:24
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