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letra de mammon's minions - penny rimbaud & youth

oh, you who corrupt democracy’s voice
who befuddle minds with delusions of choice
know this, the lie is exposed
for when capitalism beds with democracy
the misbegotten offspring
is the unbridled monster of hegemony
beelzebub, moloch
the tumbling towers of crumbling powers
i spike thee in thy corporations
defy thee in thy conflagrations
curse thy wretched babylon
the very heart of mammon
this, then, the soul of the beast
the wholly unholy capital of the unholy feast
mammon’s playground of the social elitеs
misanthropy in marbled ballrooms
sodomy on silken sheets
sheikhs and princеs, cabbages and kings
taking a slice of their favourite things
string of pearls in a one-to-one
diamond-studded d-ld-s to spice up the fun
despots and dreamers taking a pinch
shysters and schemers out for every inch
tycoons and magnates pulling cheap tricks
greasing their palms whilst oiling their pr-cks
forcing their way up glistening thighs
then sealing the deals on cocaine highs, man
botox babes with peekaboo bras
errol flynn contenders propping up bars
a-list celebs playing it cool
silicon chicks playing the fool
movie stars and their constellations
big brother no-ones and their aspirations
surgical miracles smothered in glitz
with an army of servants to pick up the bits
mercenaries, hit-men and arms-dealing wh0res
discussing the profit to be made out of wars
intelligence agencies comparing notes with lobbyists
and pr men forcing the votes
journos, paparazzi, and media hacks
spewing out fiction and calling it fact
mafia moguls and masonic lords
with toxic handshakes and cancerous words
political giants and admen gimps
prostituting resources with p-rnographic pimps
mammon, the conspiracy of wealth confirmed hour by hour
in the blood-splattered corridors of absolute power
oh, my brothers, my sisters
and all your sk!lls, all your jazz and your jokings
you jackson pollocks and albert einsteins
you edith sitwells and madmen on the brink
you lonesome walkers and late night talkers
you fine crafters of silver
you carvers of stone, you pearl divers
you birdsong above the moorland
you salmon in the stream
oh, you mists and mellow fruitfulness
you, you who describe the flamboyance and are the key
you who make the celebration and are the door
but i hear no knock, see no lamplight
no barefoot christ seeking absolution
but we are eternity’s children
lit by passion’s fire, so close to liberation
now is the moment
the walls of babylon are crumbling
mammon stands by, mute and dejected
now is the moment that at last we might claim a place
where there is nothing but love
that great incendiary which knows no bounds
and gives not a moment’s notice
now then, now

we are the fire, consumed and consuming
we are the fire, consuming and consumed

- penny rimbaud youth

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