All is Dust
Joel Ivory 18-10-2010
All is dust, shadowy works of art
From light tried too hard
Feel the exhaustion of a thousand burnt out suns
A candle of intent lit with cliché idealism, perverted idol of youth
This is the most powerful construct
And the greatest truth in a world of such, is ever only love
Push and pull, the scheme
Of a thousand whispers, a hundred dreams
These are all decided on the balance of a hammer’s crimson fall
The wick is enriched by the obedience of those not valiant
The sheep, who see only themselves, that art all astray e’er been
And they forever, for better, for worse, can naught but be
It remains to those not so compiled
To what they shall be decide
The founding fathers of religion know how to abuse
Souls, as the retrobate rapes the purse
These, despicable, blameable – sheep are seduced to their side
And what then becomes of these unwashed masses blind?
There is in the face of crusaders and clocks
And all the extortionate CEOs drinking centenarian whiskey on the rocks
Damnation - making love to themselves in mirrors of malignancy
Their reward is the diamond, the gold, the lips sealed to their facade
One mouth sealed to their reflection, another sealed around their cock
Pry their heads from their arse before they’re put on the block
Who, I ask, shall put them there?
Who shall lead the frightened sheep where?
When everything, including God, has been whored for money and sex
When religion is only as valuable as the pretty tie around necks
Or the number they write with their fountain pen
On the holy all-important tithing cheque
Or the job that buys the silver platter
In it the sheep views his pristine reflection
He hears the vision of how much in heaven his piety matters
Too busy to notice his neighbour, Simon’s condition
Of how the memory of the child Simon lost drives him to the drink
That they are holier, harder, better, faster, stronger, heck
Do you look down on Simon for the pretty tie not on his neck?
This is all they are permitted to be or to think
Open your eyes, motherfucker, and two or three times, blink!
You are everything that Jesus Christ was not – Pharisee!
You could not, you homogenous fuck, be wronger!
For whatever you have done unto the least of humanity
You have done it directly unto me
