Religious Wars of Commercial Gods

Poets croon, lovers swoon
As the moon rises
The sky deep red, like the wine
Over many fine hours spent
Among wails, broken-hearted tales
For sale, dime a dozen

Regrets, heartfelt greetings
Met with cold eyes
Set on destruction of the soul
In whole, an empty shell
Dwell on your fear, as you hear
Mere words that torture
As the life you borrowed
A boon that will soon disappear

Disown this life
As others judge in disdain
Ease the pain, of living
A dying flame flickers
Hope
In a dark world of stark truths and spectacular lies

World weary men, slaves born
To the corporate throne, mourn
As they watch a new dawn, alone
The horizon darkens
Awaiting the storm
Torn between death and depression

Turn your back to hacked limbs and severed lives
As the pack of wolves descend
Dissolving redemption, evolving mankind
Blind according to the maligned doctrine

Gaze at the stars and cry over the endless sky
In smoke filled bars
Behind closed doors
As Religious Wars of Commercial Gods rage on
The world as its stage
When poets croon...

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