Sanctus Defunctus

omnia mutantur, nihil mutat
The ones who are veiled behind the public arena who move in the corridors, the ones who control with stealth and cunning.  Who whisper and mesmerzise the audience into believe.  The audience is listening,  willingly accepts and offers their Free Spirits in Labour. Who commit their life to the 'Greater G∞d' and who are kept in Sheltered Fear.  
In war, famine, death and rape they truly are Masters of Deceit,
defunctus.
To the fool they act benevolent, of love,  
  fooled in offering the liver. 


 
The Disturbed Word

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