Suicide Note of a Post-Modernist Marxist

A skeleton just hangin’

From a noose of listless mystery

Still shackled to the gallows of my past

The rest is history

Another pack of lies

And greedy broken treaty victory

Embellishing retellings

Of a tale as old as rhyme

And in the minds of future scribes

Time will absolve me of the crime

For these confines of flesh impermanence

Internalized eternal words

And from exile I returned

To claim dominion over herds

To watch as birds as angels reigned

And people’s god uplifted

A new vision in my image

Through the power I was gifted

All to unify the many

Selfless service higher cause

That would reeducate the state

In human nature’s common laws