we have become superb robots of base desire;
our conditioned thinking is machine inspired!
we are most obedient to depraved craving;
the pure and simple is no longer worth saving.
we are more enthralled by a neon vegas choir,
than we are by the simple worship of holy fire.
nature used to be a direct analogy for god;
the elements now are no more than a silly fad.
let’s applaud the spectacular ongoing regress,
of the sickness we unfortunately call progress.
we must be drunk for us to so badly stumble;
we cry out in pain as the world starts to crumble.
darvish, the lord and master suffers beyond belief;
his infinite love and mercy will bring us relief.