Spiritual warfare
Is a war of attrition
In search of purpose
We make appetites
Objectivity makes
Half-truth perspective
Self-righteousness
A bed of delusions
Self-importance
Is a slave driver
Entertainment makes
False purposes
Monetization
Calculated manipulator
Driven to weave in
Mankind’s desires
His promises are unchanged
Yet my body aches to flee
Regeneration, come swiftly
Sin grows on like a weed
Looking for a new fixation
By digging through graves
Nothing new under the sun
Self-indulgence a slaver
The comfort of death forever?