ghostfood
“Inside of the mound, I feel the moving ground
The oil oozes out, into the veins out of the mouth
Look Darwin straight in the eye, he says evolve or die
Like bees to the hive, so must we to survive
The planet’s infested
America’s Infested”
-Course of Empire (“Infested”)
“Be-Bop in Baghdad”
-Paul Haslinger (instrumental from “World Without Rules”)
the loaded language
shifts
becomes more loaded
complex
coded
framing the ideologies
of idiots
all things –
privatized
if you are not welcomed,
no need to be alive
just a tool
for those who rule
enemies of the take
are products or waste
edible
or disposable
as evidenced by The Orangeburg Massacre 1968
three black students killed at South Carolina State
down we go
the same
empire road
of cyclic moods
well-seasoned
ghostfood
the new romans
fill stadiums
demanding new lions
to feed upon null&void-christians
down again
for the new charlatans
of grin and spin
yo, brothers, sisters
dame or dude
you’re nuthin
but fresh ghostfood