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A virus borne of your mind
You spread and spit with your words
That lives wherever it hurts
A myth that doesn't deserve
The pleasure and the pain
We feed it like carrion
A subroutine made alive
Unbound, no longer inert
A self-made god and a curse
A meme, sentient and malign
Spreading its wings like a flame
We're in a web that we've woven
Another day another little fiction to believe
Another day another reason to stay down on your knees
Violate, suffocate
Whispers in your ear like a malediction
Vile hate, in your head
Religion is for peasants and politicians
This // is not // a statement
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