D.L.M
(Defeatism is peace, lust is strength & money is god)
And I saw a woman, clothed in the silks of night, seated among the ruins of the ancients.
Her lips dripped with honeyed lies, her hands wove chains unseen.
And lo, at her feet, the sons of man knelt, their backs bowed, their tongues cleaving to the dust.
Her lips dripped with honeyed lies, her hands wove chains unseen.
And lo, at her feet, the sons of man knelt, their backs bowed, their tongues cleaving to the dust.
She was arrayed in power, yet bore no sword,
For her dominion was not of war, but of whispers.
She needed no iron, for the minds of men had long been tamed.
She lifted not a hand, for they came to her willingly,
Desiring only to serve, desiring only to be owned.
For her dominion was not of war, but of whispers.
She needed no iron, for the minds of men had long been tamed.
She lifted not a hand, for they came to her willingly,
Desiring only to serve, desiring only to be owned.
And lo! I beheld the beasts that were once men,
Their faces contorted, their mouths stretched in servile smiles.
Once they had walked upright, but now they grovelled,
Happy in their filth, content in their toil.
Their law was written upon the stones before them:
Their faces contorted, their mouths stretched in servile smiles.
Once they had walked upright, but now they grovelled,
Happy in their filth, content in their toil.
Their law was written upon the stones before them:
"Four legs good, two legs bad."
Yet their mistress laughed, for she had taught them otherwise.
And they rejoiced, for they had forgotten what it meant to be free.
And they rejoiced, for they had forgotten what it meant to be free.
And she called herself Progress, and the people worshipped her.
They built altars of silver and gold, and laid upon them their own souls.
Their hands toiled for that which perished, their hearts ached for that which could never fill them.
They built altars of silver and gold, and laid upon them their own souls.
Their hands toiled for that which perished, their hearts ached for that which could never fill them.
She was Circe reborn, and the sons of man drank deep from her cup.
She promised them plenty, and they knew only famine.
She promised them pleasure, and they knew only hunger.
She promised them freedom, yet bound them in invisible chains.
She promised them plenty, and they knew only famine.
She promised them pleasure, and they knew only hunger.
She promised them freedom, yet bound them in invisible chains.
And the elders cried aloud,
"Babylon is fallen, is fallen!"
But the people heard not, for their ears were stopped.
Their eyes beheld only the idols they had forged,
Their mouths spoke only in numbers and ledgers,
Their gods were made of paper, their prayers were transactions.
"Babylon is fallen, is fallen!"
But the people heard not, for their ears were stopped.
Their eyes beheld only the idols they had forged,
Their mouths spoke only in numbers and ledgers,
Their gods were made of paper, their prayers were transactions.
And I wept, for there was none left to mourn.
The earth was full, yet barren.
The cities stood tall, yet crumbled.
The people sang, yet were dead inside.
The earth was full, yet barren.
The cities stood tall, yet crumbled.
The people sang, yet were dead inside.
And the woman, seated upon her throne of ruin, smiled."
