There I stood all agog
Lust, Sex, Rage, Sophistication
Murder, Hate, Death, Complexity
Aint it all the cards that decked the rise
Hallway of Mirrors
There's no escape
It will feed you, eat you
Hollow and Dry
Clutch your pattern chants
Your hallelujah incense
Your glory to god silver bullets
Vampires suck on rabid emotion
Feed us, treat us, tease us
They croon
More, more, more
They cry
More pleasure, more plenty
More want, more destitution
We need the suffering to feel
We need the fat rotund luxury of indulgence
To breed.
Before you know it
The mirror’d demons mocked
We’ll suck you dry
And trade your empty soulless shell
For younger models
Of muscled brilliance
Virile emptiness
Designed to please the eye
Barren sexiness
To populate the empty streets
Some where off to the side of this horror story I hear guerilla drum beats in the jungle. Comforting.
Drive a stake thro my heart it mocked
Such intensity of pleasure when
Revenge breeds such sweet monsters
And nobody will understand this it boasted
And you will continue to do as you must
Rape and pillage and steal and murder one another it giggled
In the name of god, luxury, wealth, power, race, creed, poverty, sin, virtue
It shrieked with laughter
I grew tired of the eternal chorus line and flipped the Zippo and lit the crush of dry souls…the fire…it raged for centuries…
...or so they say...
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