You worship Mother Mary from an altar
I falter, offering supplication from a bar-stool
In Barstow, like Charles Marlow I dabble
In rivers of hollow, combating darkness and
emptiness wherever the sequence follows
Entire hosts of slave trade amulets
Passed from grubby fists into money pits
For Imperial profit and mocked solace
Peace in warfare - love in shame
Predatory silence, the deeply inhumane
Drumming up jihad with the wick of a Lion's mane
And souls are stained with rapidity
The only purity left is fluid currency
Monetized efficiency and tooled bureaucracy
Burning the midnight oil to renounce
IRS interests and contracts of ulterior benefit
Polaroid filaments exhibiting the high speed images
Of cross-dressing, effervescent, trend setting
Hell-bent fretting, quick pressing, mutinous
Soldiers-of-misfortune hunting the gates of Heaven
You'd pay an arm and a leg to get repackaged
Inside the rusted tin you were delivered in
But the only deliverance imminent
is a vial of demon spit and the bliss at the end of it
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