
The worshipping of the
Corporate Demi-Gods
Is now on maximum overdrive
I fawn all over thee
Great gods of humanity
For in your vestiges
Lies such abundance of virtue
Make thee me
O’ holiest shrine
So that I may live
Ever after in
Your exalted grace
Lift me up decadent deities!
Into the realm of illusion
Be gone!
‘O ministry of truth
Your decrepit dankness
Reveals ungodly pestilence
For which my reverence
Hath repelled afar
To dwell
In the land of the stars