Oh, Living God
Cars run through your veins
Carrying nutrients to markets
Your blood is made of trucks and trains
The blood of blood is oil
Your excrement, exhaust
Your immune system is prisons and police
You have a million eyes, watching and waiting
With some anonymous suspicion
Carried in another million eyes
Bound by human flesh
In a vast network
That operates like a circuit
That muttering sound of manners
Staring speechless in perfect silence
We are the mouths of God
Eating indiscriminately
In an external nervous system
Within a matrix of electrical grids
Dispelled across the laws
Of alienated desires
Externalized in a network
Of abstracted hearts
What if I could tell you
That one man
Can cast a tiny spell
To enslave another?
The law is thus a graceful costume
But the magick is as real
As the walls of a prison
The Living God is bent against his pedestal
While I snatch the fainting dust
Of the purest prayer
Where morals are generated
From an ontology of ghosts
And the cells of a God
Are trauma bonded
In a neoplasm
Of mutual fear
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