CULTUS AMERICANA

CULTUS AMERICANA
What a sight
American pageantry
Living gods
And older tales too
Of Apple seeds
And lumber jacks
Of oxen blue
Of buffalo’s laying dead
Wooden indians
Instead
The rifled slain haunt
the maze of the
Black Widow’s craze
And coral palaces
Magnetically
Dreamed
Where mothman shadows a
Cafe in Tangiers
As slenderman pays for his
Flat white
A place on rock
Where bizarre does’nt describe
This wonderful heap of crap
Such tacky beautiful
glorius self worship
American politico
Ala Lovecraftian silicon haze
Yet the other gods are not angry
Except for the chupacabra
And the greys
Luxor is our temple
It’s beacon burning bright
An aroma unto heaven
Money
Sex
Neon light
We even put the faces of our
Strongmen on the side
Of natures holy mountains
As we rejoice our hostage
Pride
God save us from the fury of the Northmen
They found what was here
Indeed they did
The big time
We call this land of ours
It was made for you and me
Hurry now the sacrifice
So we can all be
Free
– Kairos

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