Automatic Prophet

Poor, poor pop-o-matic prophet prone
Flesh and bone
Automatic
Lifeless, but not dogmatic

Rumors abound
Beyond mounds we'll be free
I cannot see
Horizon
But bought lies with my eyes, son

Cunning demon come to heal
Out the door
Under the floor, did reveal
The Russian author's spiel

Go to work in the buff
With my briefcase
To the rat race
Monolith
Buying, lying, fact or myth



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Healey
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