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No Division
Between church and state.
Policies spat from the pulpit.
A godhead decrees
On the stolen televisions
of the junksick slums.
This is a slave-cult
Of a worm-race,
A failed, stillborn intellect.
Your leaders,
Your (God)heads of state,
Have ground you into dust.

A media-infected age
Disinformation.
The Divine virus
Force fed to parasites.
The opiate of the masses,
Mainlined, injected
By a vacant, idle herd.

A soul
Sold on a ballot paper,
Is a slave
Driven by indolence.
A soul
Sold on a ballot paper,
Is a slave
Driven by indolence.
You are all whores
Carrying a binarial disease.
You are all whores
Carrying a binarial disease.

Archangels of doublethink,
Parliaments of a faceless elect.
No triumph of the will
When you worship the whip.
This is your answer?
A church of soulless husks?
Flag waving blank faces.
Flag burning masks.
Every Jihad, every holy war,
Is a political act.

The new religion has martyrs.
The new religion has saviours.
The new religion
Is forcing you down.
So proud of a system?
You are all hunched shoulders.
Yearn for nothing.
Signifying nothing.
Down on your knees.

A soul
Sold on a ballot paper,
Is a slave
Driven by indolence.
A soul
Sold on a ballot paper,
Is a slave
Driven by indolence.
You are all whores
Carrying a binarial disease.
You are all whores
Carrying a binarial disease.

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