We find ourselves
Working for ideals
Immaterial, yet the golden calf
Striving for virtue
Trampling upon the orphan
Neglecting to correct its effects
On the human soul
Oil coating men from birth
Oil suffocating them causing death
Is the oil not what they all want?
Is the oil not what YOU want?
Is that not what YOU are working for?
Are you injecting yourself with the oil?
The suffocation is the intoxication
Claiming to be honorable
Yet YOU took the money
Claiming to be holy
Yet YOU ate the apple!
Falling into a deeper pit of pitch darkness
Our limbs wish to leave us
They weigh us down
As we have done to nature through our actions
Do not appear to be tormented
Do not appear to be disturbed
For they will market it to great profit
And they will gift some of the profit
To the childrens hospital
There is the cycle.
When they have finished their course with you
The shadows with suits take up their shovels
Filling your pit with dirt day by day
Cause of death:
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