all day, all done

all day, all done. the power companies rule the earth in their unenlightened greed. got water? says the billboard and spray painted below in red graffiti it says GOT AIR? what is the price of living when even the smallest need must be wrested like a burglar stealing vestments from the sacristy. each day the toll gets higher the gates wider and the minions of the damned ever increasing. wading through an eternity of slavery and dominion of not only the flesh but every souls aspiration and the final elimination of even the words used to cry for the possibility of freedom, where are the lies that before at least negated a truth that was self evident but now lies hidden even from the doubters and liars. life like death has no sting but is released from its suffering through the application of forgetfulness, of unconsciousness, relinquishing all hope and even resistance. become the nightmare and it ceases to frighten for you are the terror of your own victimhood and the fear becomes a reason to sleep and sleep becomes the waking that has no clock or measure for the light of reason and truth has long been extinguished. crawling becomes the new walking and answering the expected untruth becomes the corrected mind and the survivor of the purge of reason. fortune holds no victory or defeat for all is already lost and there is no final victory or goodness over some unstoppable evil, it is tranquility to suffer, for the sins waged upon the self are the scars of honor for the layers and layers of the untruth settling like embalming fluid and the soil wet with blood upon the casketed soul. this life is death and death the only hope for living, where is thy sting oh calamity and ruin, for are we not already lost and forgotten in this pit of our own destruction? this life is a memory and this now a forgetting of everything, what remains is the endless waiting breathing a billion breaths and having no change for the air merchants enslaving every lung to the machine.