by Doug Groothius
This glamorous gusto for godlets;this voracious volition for vacuity;
this incessant insistence for idols.
Grasping a fistful of falsehood.
Consuming a stomach-ful of stupidity.
Filling a mind full of maddening mush.
Perform! Oh, you purveyors of nothingness.
Entertain our eyes, fill our years.
Enthrall our ears.
Give life to our living, and
deal the death blow to death.
We made you,
Now re-make us.
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