Chant Evil

we can never know
what the future holds
when we abandon
everything we love
we cleave to it
and we have called it
unconditional
but there are always
conditions
we will never
live up to

but you
in the outer-city
put chemicals
into your brain
every friday night
to make sure
you don't feel
the real shit
that has been
forced down the throats
of the rest of your friends

whimsically
in love with the world
that barely exists
beyond your own fingertips

what you don't want to believe
is actually true
you are lonely
the world is cold
and there is no such thing
as inherent goodness

chant "evil"
8 times in the morning
and 9 times at night
let it become real
because it is
just like the rest of us
you have contemplated murder
and rape, and unjustifiable rage
you have sought to make your enemies pay
you have trampled on the innocent

yes there are drugs
and yes, they are fun but
you have forgotten what you
are proclaiming
from the pulpit
surrounded by ironic t-shirts
and leather clad
sexual beings--
this gospel of intelligent beings--
and it exists until the let down
until your conditions
are not meant
to be met
once again
we all fail
each other
and we are happy to
perform the service

Fuck you but,
God help me.