False God

Hail a new era

The gods are dead

Replaced by the empirical

With all its fallacies


Mother of pearl spoons

Feed silver tongues

Fortunes to be made

When lies can be proven true


Buzzwords and slick slogans

Obfuscation to prevent ratiocination

Those that command the bullhorn

Command the truth of the crowd


Amour propre abounds

When heroes are declared

Yet they are just prisoners

In the same prison as you


Swallow your savior

Placebos as opiates

Masses often bleat

Willing to be shorn again


When you are sloughed so easily

By the construct of your worship

You were never free

You never owned yourself







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