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Dust To Dust

アーティスト：Zearle 

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What're we here for? Is there some heavenly being who is seeing every step we take? It's fate? There's no afterlife free from the strife. There's no tomorrow in space. The past is vast but can be erased, chipped away by time. All those gods who failed to appear? It's clear, have no fear, their logic is derailed. They're a figment of our minds. They're the weakness that binds us to this wheel where they can steal all that's real, the time we take to grind out our next meal, plus the extra we pay to stay that way so we can say, "God loves us, he chooses to make us losers". Our turn to sacrifice our lives in paradise for theirs in greedy vice. We built their buildings that rot and fall, filled their malls answering television's calls, but all their silly monuments must defer to time, rust to rust as the past declines cuz only lies can eat the mind. It's like the old paradigm of time, Ozymandias couldn't stop the tide and nor can you. Your bones reside in the same flesh and earth and eons but you can't cross over. One life is offered. They lied when they said that above some organized system existed to dish out favors while it listened to your little prayers, meddled in your financial status and personal affairs. Yeah right! Did they throw you? Did they bestow on you some special right as an insight into your space? Some fabled decree that we all had to suffer and bleed for some ultimate payoff? When will these bastards lay off? When will we be free to recognize and agree with all humanity? What a joke! Our lives are in smoke. The ultimate drug is a self-induced shrug. Every time we get nailed to the cross, we become equipped to accept our loss. Eternally we accept our cost; we sell ourselves cheap and, by some leap of faith, keep producing their wealth. What a joke to have to wait, begging some patron saint to get some cosmic welfare and a bigger share all the while unaware of the real dialectics that affect us and elect us to be master or slave in this land of the free and home of the brave. You make a deal with the ones who steal. You're surplus labor. Why does a god need to arrange a system of patronage? Like a mafia boss, he can toss off the deal and make you pay the cost of his operation. All the wealth of the land he stands on is yours. You're on hand to make it better. In the next life, you'll get a letter of recommendation? This is your foundation of faith in a power you can't trace? What a way to run the planet. How can we stand it? It's no wonder we're still barking at the moon worshiping this or that secret object in space, like it's looking down on our subjective ratrace.



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