Our magic is stronger
that means better
it will work for you
just follow to the letter.
First kill your world,
keep your gods,
just as long as you strip
them of anything but their bods.
Keep the members
but destroy the klan
We'll leave you mother,
sister, father, and brother.
Most importantly
erect our institutions
we don't quite call them temples
but they're close substitutions.
Starbucks, McDonalds
Nike, and Taco Bell
sweatshop your children
because they sew so well.
Our shamans in labcoats
won't make you healthy
but cure you when sick
as long as you're wealthy.
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From our eyes pours out
an Emptiness afraid of itself,
that leeches on yours
and then projects new elaborate worlds
from the bric-brac details
that were your lives.
Omg I never thought of this as a subject for a poem... but its really stark... I like the style you write in!!