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always say never

it's only mammon after all
in either climb or fall
in bare faces and in grinning masks
in fake innocence and futile tasks
for as long as the money flows
all souls sleep and no one knows
who is the master leprechaun holding the lamp
whose light hides his ledgers and projects the stratagem
the deepest darkness is in his innocent eyes
while his blood is just red dye
he speaks earthworms and thinks knives
his concubine breeds for him fresh juicy lies
oh, how romantic, how frantic
how awakening to demonic love
blackmailing one another into most cherished embrace
why don't you kiss her other face too and another and another
plunge into the devious caresses of treachery
kill what you love, love what you kill
how can you tell your executioner from your lover still
you delusion master, cover up filibuster 
for as long as money flows through underground arteries
no one knows who pulls the strings, who betrays who, for how much
the trigger wars scapegoat some pawns, so what
nobody knows how much accounting goes on before dawn
and on account of one serious clown how many triple agents broke down
oh, but an agent is an agent is an agent
gravely fair, exhausting air, weighing reasons
scaring facades of all seasons
how much hope is in the panic stricken players
in their many disguising layers
tv personas, fake jesuses and fake madonnas
their braided brains and twisted veins
always ready to embrace another deal, for as long as the money flows
still
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