and they bow down before their goddess as they enter the great chamber of 'Commercialism'.
Lost in endless artificially lit corridors -
sentenced to walk these halls forever,
never knowing day from night,
never again to feel the rain on their faces -
these deciples of 'Commercialism' are deemed never to return to the light.
These empty; emotionless creatures stop and enter the vast temples of capitalism;
bright with neon; they draw them in with promises of eternal indebtedness;
a debt with their very soul they would pay
for; with their shiny carrier bags full with the goddess's offerings;
their allegiances are laid bare for all to rejoice
(praise be!)
