God Money

The message is the medium, This tale was mass produced at the mint, Abstract universal language tool of trade, Your symbols are of puritan utility, only as useful as your laws of translation base matter into gold. Fluid currency river awash through the world's commerce, The fuel of work' pilgrimage to riches, Physics began your secular ascendency, Gifting atomic signifigance to the practice of base materialism. Science distracted elsewhere in morality + ethics vacuum noticed not, taken advantage like a prodigy made to write soulful sonnets to corrupt monarchy as it was. Rational demon, not pagan, but ancient as the conquest of land. Not animist but animated, You are the first Information Technology Traded in the marketplace or the stolenwealth of natives You lurk in the mythology of the Level Playing Field You have one message. Power. In backrooms under cigarette sacrament, Rituals of dice and dollar envisioned ancient tribal wastelands. Tainted with the slave wage, Passed over ecocides wake, Thirsting for Cities of Gold The pirates of civilization following the carrot on a stick Colonial Las Vegas Mecca's breed like casino cultures, stealing from bored bourgeoisie, encouraging the recycle of poverty, merely amusing the impossibly wealthy,. All in your faceless name. You are everywhere and every night I watch Economist Acolytes pronounce spells of stockmarket santeria on the television altars Sermons updating the health of your Church Politicians feed you sacrifices of public assets in hopes to lure fortuitous harvest each financial season, and even Marx unwittingly wrote your bible. It was called Das Kapital.