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Religion, Politics, Economics – Take your pick, Tomorrow never comes.
All this talk of crying, all this grief and sorrow,
The worship of dying, the Light of tomorrow,
All this promising of peace everlasting,
All this eulogising of prayer and fasting,
All this stuff about Sin, original or otherwise,
All this reincarnating of dead people's lives,
It's the mother of all *******, it's hypocrisy and hate,
It's a religion of commerce taxed by the state.
It's chocolate and glitter, it's a dressage of delusion,
An endless repetition of power doing the using.
They are selling you incense so you can make smoke.
They say only they walk down the true road.
It's a pantomime of rhetoric perfected over time
So we look the other way Deaf Dumb and Blind.
Who wrote these rules, carved them into stone?
What have they done to us we let them rattle our bones?
It's all hidden in riddles of Tax Laws and Treaties -
100% of the future owned by 1% of the species.
It's in every paper, it's on every screen,
The drumbeat is progress and money is the dream.
The hard times are here we must all tighten our belts,
We must put up with sacrifice, every little will help.
But listen to the beating of those soft silver tongues -
They're not fasting they're feeding, until tomorrow never comes!
66/M/Whitby, N Yorks, UK
(66/M/Whitby, N Yorks, UK)
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