sacrifice your life to Avarice
& his more tender twin Security:
they will lead you to your castle,
your community of gated souls.
you will guarantee your happiness
with medicaments & defend
what's yours with arsenals of hate
pointed at the zombies you suspect
are coming for your stuff.
but your weapons will not save you;
the threat comes from within.
your gods, insatiable, demand
all the life you have to give.
that dark night will come,
the apothecaries' potions interacting
with the canker that has eaten up
your life, & the firearm you clutch
in fear will be unto a priestly tool
of sacrifice to those twin gods,
the only ones
you ever really understood.
communist
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