Friday, September 20, 2013

Panem Et Circenses

It began with violent delusions
A great serpent devouring itself
Insatiable, relentless
Fed on murder, fed on rape
I've seen what it does
Destroying the best, saving the herd
Adept slight of hand
Smoke and Mirror Democracy

HE told you it would come home to roost
Don't look to the desert for your enemies
We all eat what we plant
Don't you dare pray when the end comes

It will end as it began
Hungry, unsatisfied
Nothing left to devour
Weary, burned out
No one left to eat
No monsters left to blame
Enslaved by its own ideology
Put to death by it's own fangs