Monday, 6 March 2017

Gnostics

A poem from 2016
We, the Master Race, know what you want
Better than you do
We, demigods of the cabal
Retain the secret knowledge
Ritualistic ceremony we put you through
Choose life or death
It's not your choice
We pull the strings

We indulge in hedonistic frenzy
Putting on a sober face
We are an unknown god
We keep you in your place
We are present everywhere
Making the world go square
Up our sleeves we hold the ace
We feed you hate
You are not the Initiated

Take cold baths of debt infested sick
Discover the divine spark, inclusivistic
Never netherworld visited
Twist and shout your truth
Break your bread and heart
Down your wine and whine
The way of many paths
But one we cover up, destroy
You are being played
You are being watched


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