A poem about giving up what matters for something that seams nice.

Cthulhu Came last night and you gave yourself to his thirst

for complacency rings like a silent dinner bell

signaling the worm infestation of your soul

you die of the pangs of hunger

while you search for nourishment amongst the food

for thousands of things are given at the cost of just a few

Freedom, Faith, Hope

Without these we find boredom and starve

and give our selves up to the great beast

for there is no meaning in our lives

today as the media tries to steal our souls

and we pay the price for their snake oil happiness

So lay down your convictions and do as you are told

lay down your weary head upon a bed of nails

and sleep an eternal rest as long as you do not feel

for I can give you hollow happiness and things you did not earn

I can force you to be better then your neighbor

and teach you to hate them for their concern

I can give you a great many things

I can give you every thing you can see.

I cannot give you the price to be paid

For that you must give to me.

I ask not a lot a trifle really

Freedom, Faith and hope

and your price will be paid

the deal done not of your very blood

but it will be writ upon your soul

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