a. mammon and his rotting soul
fat whore with all the
wisdom he has spilling from his
toxic asshole and so the future
reeks of shit
do you see
how we arrived here?
fear and oppression until
every day is a good day
for killing tyrants
blindness and lies until
every priest is a guilty dog
how much longer will you let your
children be raped to protect
some inbred idea of god?
will the rivers finally fill
with corpses in an
attempt to purify the land?
there is no art that should ever be
constructed from human atrocity
of course
but there i also no way to
make art without it
there is only the moment when
truth becomes a weapon
this fat fucker with his
petty grievances
his lists of enemies
his hands stained with other
people’s pain
his death arriving
in small doses
each one a small mouthful
of sunlight to
warm our hearts with
tie yourself to the absolute
weight of your ignorance and
i will give you the gift
of the ocean floor
i will give you a plateful
of famine and a glassful of
tainted blood to wash
it down with
there will only be laughter
when you’re done
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