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A world birthed from vanity

shrouded in illusions

deceiving all who walk

upon it's dung-ridden surface

satanists conspire

in their towers of gold and marble

built by the slaves who know

nothing of the light within

Cruelty reigns on the soil of man

starving souls and empty stomachs

as we build yet another earth,

another dungheap made from ether,

another disordered syzygy,

a matrix built in Satan's image

foul, ugly manufactured

sickening hubristic display

Corporate necromancers bring to dance

the droning husks of men

prostrating themselves

at the feet of Yaldabaoth

in exchange for crumbs and baubles

trinkets mistaken for sacrificial offerings

libertines, anarchistic narcissists

who sell themselves into bondage for pittance

by their casting out of will