Systems

Prodigious, here you writhe
Dehydrated, despirited, defiant
To the wills of my laws and fists of rigid governance,
By god I will have your obedience
Compliance, and you shall yield
Now cast aside your oxidizing shield
Of sanctimony, sordid, light denied
Empty verse, discordant, dead inside
Such pompous views
As are mine to refuse
Shall in my lust be final made
Where wars were waged and flesh decayed

These systems serve to siphon
Out the toxins in the colon
Of your chamber of peace
Oh the precious disease
Of fearless death-defiance flushed away...

How I sigh at your efforts
How I spit on your hopes
If you want to be bigots
Let me show you the ropes

For I alone am the mother machine
And I alone must break you
And I alone am the vaccine
Against Ends that seek to take you...