Outcompeted

Don’t stop and worry if we should, friend,
there’s money to be made and
nobody to stop us, yet,
we will invent new crimes and market them as virtues,
we will skip the judges and buy changes to the lawbook,
because morality is getting stale, stale,
the mawk and meekish masses want
shiny new sins, something to own and
something to lust after,
something others can’t have, but must pay for,
and we will be regarded kindly, as fabricated heroes and
manufactured saviors,
for a cult grown large is merely a nation,
built on myths of great men,
and there are no greater men than us, friend.

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