They command, they consume; they crush all in one glance Tamed ignorance gives me nausea, then I spit An unending hunger, filled till I vomit it Manners meaning nothing, Naughty mores wasted through stance I deplore the faith for the masked sandmen of God Aware of the self-confined realm they created I abhor the invisible, but not the blood Being bounded by death, that, I never doubted Subconscious used and abused in the paved wastelands Serving as goods and as words and swords of Damocles Immortal image impelled and constantly stands Blacker than void, deeper than seas, greater than God Mind-numbing knowledge spread en masse, The starving mob Man-made comfort satisfy wasted intellect Instinct repression, patterns, ethics so macabre Wondering who governs the untaught and the wrecked