“Ouvrez votre narine aux superbes nausées !” – Rimbaud
you were conceived in the electric womb
of a wasted world, empty world
children of the abominable filth
steaming in decay and propagating
maggots squirm alive except for the shadow
of death burning at the dry flesh left hollow
with satellite claws in the cybernetic stew
there is a bruise on the naked eyes of pain
as the daytime sickness ferments
in the souls of the sheepish multitude
cowards, listen to the song of love
and your minds will rot with fear!
with your spirits evaporated, cry out
o parasite minions of our time gone stale
baptized in shit you drink the souls of men
until opiate sleep wells up like bloody liquor
to soothe your congested brains
vampires, machinists, corpses: listen
the monstrous screeches are calling through the vacant earth
the Fountain of Misery draws you near
fill this ancient atmosphere with the glow
of eight billion fiery televisions!
the Mechanical Juggernauts are disturbing sleep
in the Land of Blazing Delirium
the snake-pits hiss, insane asylums scream
demons prostrate before the Rat King altar
but poets, fools, magicians
eaters of the sacred lotus
however blind is the infernal night
you are keepers of the beautiful world!