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     Pulsating pixels
     Signs of strange light
     Spray blazing messages
     Into the night
 
     Boards of bright stars
     Dazzle and blink
     Manipulate man's
     Freedom to think
 
     Mountains of products
     Darkshadow faith
     Consumer religion
     Is taking God's place
 
     Churches try slogans
     Shine from T.V.
     Promise salvation
     As wallets are squeezed
 
     Redesigned souls
     New and improved
     Marked down to sell
     Or reduced to move
 
     We are not frightened
     By sin or by guilt
     We purchase the lies
     Fill our tanks to the hilt
 
     Our thirst for eternity
     Digs wishing wells
     We fill with the juices
     Young bodies sell
 
     The need and the greed
     Our neon defends
     Opens bright mouth
     And swallows amens
 
     Heaven for sale?
     Not on your life!
     God won't wholesale
     Despite our ad vice
 
 
     c) C. Butler  1997

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