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i.

They're watching us,
waiting for us to betray ourselves
and show them 
where our hollowness lies 
so that they might offer us 
something to fill 
or cure it.

ii.

They stalk us from every angle,
leaping from folds 
of our hungry imaginations
like fire orphans seeking combustible fosters

they burn through our temples

learning to play with our subconscious,
exploit our most secret desires 
and our most oppressive fears.

iii.

Their covetous tongues 
lick the flavor from our faiths,
the color from our flags,
the conviction from our aspirations
so they might sell us convenient imitations.

iv.

Their Gods orbit the Earth,
channeling pop-scriptures 
into the sanctuary of our homes

and we prostrate before the pseudo-saints,
the media-ordained angels
that baptize us with shame
and flaunt an ideological perfection

an illusion we can only aspire to.


v.

They exploit our differences
and our human need to belong
so we will quest after a seat
in one of their pigeonholes
where they pass a chalice 
filled with their holiest secrets 
and most unholy sacraments.

vi. 

I’ll not mouth self-depreciating confessions
so that I might be a better slave 
to the desperate rituals 
that ration what's left of my ego
and my morality

and I will not feed an impotent faith
in bottled miracles
and counterfeit personalities.

viii.

I will not be convinced
to kneel before their alters of shame,
disgraced by my conscience,
embarrassed by my happiness and sadness,
humiliated by my fears,
or reproached for the placement 
of my empathy and apathy.

I’ll not ignorantly become a witless disciple,
a marionette reacting to the tactics
of the psychological warfare
that breeds dollars in the pockets
of perceptive predators.

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