Lola's magical awakening

Hatred swings fists of contempt
at humanity's betrayal 
in search of divine consciousness.
My eyes are bursting and 
throat burning in revolt against 
the mindless masses.
I walk in fire with seven
dogs by my side who became enlightened by eating and sleeping.
I mock the rules observed by you fools who only seek salvation in money.
Lola seduces the loins of impurity
with sacred dances of youthful obscurity.
While industrial rust smothers thy heart and anything worthy of substance.
The scornful all fear
when the truth is revealed,
they will be marched one by one to their deaths.
The weak do nothing but chain themselves willingly,
to the masters they blindly obey.
Slaves to their bondage,
they deny their true feelings
and are complacent in their 
misery.
Deserving of suffering 
ineptitude engulfs all at once
the iron grasp that holds reality.
Lacking in vision and sentenced to oblivion 
forever lies your impoverished doom.
This magical dream of Lola has awakened in slumber,
an oath of all
improbability.