Love is the law
Told through generations in Churches, Mosques, Synagogues, Temples and Gurdwaras
Love thy neighbour; do unto others, and all that
The golden rule threading its way into the hearts and minds of who?
Who listens? Who takes on board? Who really cares?

Would the world collapse if one day I said “No more. From now on I’m being a ****?”
Everyone for themselves, all rules are out of the window; a one person Purge.
A capitalist of all time, those Psychogeographical wanderings through the moral maze.
Hegemony of me; those that stand in the way trampled into the dirt.
Anarchy in the heart, nihilism with each and every action
And party like it’s the end of time

Do what thy wilt shall be the whole of my law
With mind manipulation to the occult ways of the black
The heart corroded of meaning; hardened, plaque ridden arteries halting the love and care
A higher presence in full knowledge of the deceits of life and its better ways
Conditioned to think of others first and the self later or some other sort of ****
A Faustian pact with the other side brought to life
A drink to your good health
The pleasures of life grabbed by the scruff of the neck and wrung to the final drop
The scales of justice rusting as day turns into night into day
The naked bodies entwined branches of lust and ecstasy surfing the waves of wanton desires
Blurred narcotic visions indistinct from the other until time cannot be returned

Byronic Blakeian spectral figures holding out their hands of kinship
But this corrosion of the self is melting in the mirror of madness
Syphilitic mercurial fumes rise from the furnace resting on the brim
Deeper and deeper down
The depths of the soul eroded for all time
Replaced by throbbing notions of unfamiliar reflections
The dread of not knowing thyself
The attic painting no longer recognisable
Full of decay
An ageing Id no longer able to get up