Can we ever talk about it?
You who say it doesn't matter,
The mechanics of life,
When you have to laugh and
You have to die --
But these things you deem irrelevant today
You worried about yesterday,
You feared for your future
And your family,
Yet the rationales have nothing now
To do with your life,
It’s just an overzealous wind
From the distance
On an agreeable day,
As you put what I say
In the category of individual
And unimportant opinion
Because I don't serve Baphomet,
Who you've never even heard of,
Preferring the opinions of the dark
And hopeless minions
Because they are more interesting,
Easier to disregard
Even as you do everything
They command,
For you'll deign to be lectured
By those who twist the truth
To keep you unsettled,
Grasping for battle,
But the full truth, that should be enough
To put you in the hospital,
Doesn't set you free, in fact it doesn’t
Even rate a comment,
For the devil you know is the only
God you see --
What harm if you worship a lie?
Even one that will crush your spirit
And laugh in your face
At how stupid you can be?
"Ah well," you say, "it has nothing
To do with me,
"I am just like those others I can't
Take seriously.
What do I care if I'm evil
If I'm good
Or that I've given my good away
In the end
"When I get nothing out of it?
I am nothing anyway,
Why do you need me to have
Some purpose in my life,
You who would have me
Alive?"
