Drowning in the ebb 

and flow your dreams are not a

buoy but a weight 

Shadowed by ghosts and 

in need of a future, we 

stumble in the dark 

A fools' feast filled with

distractions of every stripe 

won't nourish for long 

Loose the lightening and

call the dogs to deliver 

our ultimatum 

They will melt down the

Statue of Liberty and 

sell the copper cheap 

May the machine make

meat from its masters and serve 

it to their minions 

Unholy saints and

lustful preachers both love to

pray for us sinners