How do you twist,

How do you shift

From the pure to the profane

From the meaningful to the mundane?

How do you turn it all inside out,

Corrupt the pristine sound of silence

Into an angry shout?

How do you let go of the real

And pray with religious zeal

To the gods of greed and lust,

Preaching and teaching fear

From birth ’til dust?

How do you explain it away?

How do you make it ok

To rape unto death

The beauty that gives us breath?

How do you maintain the energy it takes

To break instead of create,

To steal instead of heal?

How do you learn to be happy

In that arctic zone

Where the status quo freezes you to the bone,

Where peace and love are a waste of time

And freedom is a crime?

How do you learn to live In a state of war

Panting and chanting

“More, more, more!”

Never giving,

Never really living,

Staring Divinity in the face

But standing just outside of grace,

Just to the left of hope,

Choosing to be enslaved and separate,

Refusing to believe in anything

except the god of the machine.

It’s a fatal illusion,

A killing joke,

Conceived to leave you

Blind, desperate and broke.


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