death cult blues
I am a man
living in a failed state
run by an insignificant
man
a man who was backed
in a bid for power
by a death cult
death cults are all the
rage
in dying empires
in dying republics
where hope gives way
to divination and magic
there is a death cult
that counters the death
cult
in power, but they have
been
abused, drained of any
counter
measure or balance by
their own
want for power, for money
this death cult is
ossified
in a mantle of false hope
these death cults are reported
on for profit and ratings
by a death cult that sells
narratives stale and
binary
narratives breaking
information
into bytes, memes
fractions of unreality
these death cults are
owned
by merchants of death
as they were called
a hundred years ago when
they made their first
great sacrifice of forty
million dead
they have made many more
they are a death cult
they believe in alchemy
they turn blood into money
they write history
they write religion
history is not important
in a death cult
history is co-opted
the story of gilded ages
of robber barons
of criminal heroes
the benevolent rich
false narratives without
end
religion is imperative
in a death cult
you must believe your
blood
shed is your reward, you
must
accept the exploitation
of your waking life
as necessary to keep
the death cult fed
you must understand
there’s a great magical
land
after your plight ends
behave you beautiful
victims
behave
I am a man
a citizen of a failed
state
manipulated by death cults
taught to sell my life, my
time
for a happiness I may die
before
I enjoy, I must die to
enjoy
I am insignificant
I reap no reward
all I may have is my
freedom
all I want is my life to
live
free from programing
free from manipulation
I believe in life
I am exhausted by fear
by death
I am a man, a human
organism interconnected
to billions more
I only want to be free
--Jason Baldinger
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