for the senescent empire.
Give more to the ghost that shrieks.
Give more until all feeling gives out.
It's not your heart that's wanted.
Numbers above the soul
all day long.
Clean the filth
help the scarecrow stand.
Just participate in the blasphemy of life
without emphasis.
No villainy is needed.
No special talent required.
Help the wheels turn
over little bones
we believe in a forgiving God.
Put the condiments
on the featured feces.
Make the yeast shine
in the yawning wound.
Believe the smiling balloon.
Understand that the windsock
has a plan.
Your special identity is welcome here.
Sign under the flag.
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