Shrouded in darkness
The foolish
And the lost
Nodding their heads
Blind, dumb and dead.
Drifting with the current
They believe
What they are told
Mainstream
Downstream.
They think
They are smart
True believers
In every way
Mocking the good
Every day.
Tube fed
Prodigy’s
Who think
They are elite
Sheep to the slaughter
Walking in their sleep.
Believing propaganda
Since the minute
Of birth
Twice dead followers
Already condemned.
They boast
Of their money
Soulless and empty
Competitively arrogant
And loving themselves.
They always buy
Whatever they are selling
Self-aggrandizing suicides
On their way to the end.
Swallowing every bite
Of pureed propaganda
Fake people
Fake world.
Pretending not to know
The reality outside
Protected for a time
Until judgment
Arrives.
They think
They have won
But nothing is the prize
Soulless men
Of divided loyalties.
Soon enough
It all comes down
The stream to the falls
A long time coming
The certainty
Of God.
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