Standing On The Work Of Slaves

We know your souls and inner musings intimately
Therefore, our songs and sonorous refrains
To the glory of that which is to come shall
Be as familiar to you as the lullabies
Your mother sang when you were but an infant
Those unwilling to lend an ear
Will face coercion by the Sword

We shall give you a stage and you shall perform
Your prescribed heroic roles
In front of ancestors, contemporaries
And posterity, present even in the sands
Of the desert or the heave of the boiling oceans
The scorching spotlight is on you
How could you possibly walk back
From the precipice now?

You shall aim to resemble the heroic Achilles
At war under the walls of Troy
A godlike figure, possibly Death incarnate
To those begging for mercy at your knees
You shall answer with a blade through the throat
To the defeated you shall show no respect
Their bodies will be desecrated
When you fall, we promise you remembrance
Immortal glory: Kléos áphthiton
After all, what wouldn’t men do
Only to escape oblivion

We shall trick you into believing
In the idea of progress by replacing
Outright torture with subtler forms of domination
Far more pervasive and efficient
Even the Voice from the Whirlwind
Shall be struck silent by stupor
We shall increase your suffering
For the more you suffer now
The less suffering, we promise
There is to be found in the future
You shall become addicted
To suffering as a means to a radiant future

Eventually, commitment to ignorance
Shall be the first lesson taught to children
As obedience will then come
As naturally as night after day
We shall make your thought patterns predictable
For if your behavior is predictable
It marks the death of freedom

We shall nurture indifference
For it is a prerequisite to Great Things
That demand the retreat of the Self
Banal bureaucrats pave the way
To the riches of an abominable victory
Whereas Saint-Fond is merely
A non-actionable icon

It is our immaculate faith that shall
Allow us to exercise coercion effectively
But also to resist coercion
When confronted by the impious
When confronted with facts
That would contradict our credo
We shall speak out even louder
Invoke our Order with brazen words
And march forward with the arrogance
Of the doubtless

You will be made to deny the dissonance
And conflict that is at the heart
Of the experience of our World
You shall join the chorus of praise
That flows from the absolute perfection
We have created by the sole power of our will
We shall bleed you white, but you will think
That it is an act of unconditional love

As an educational tool
Pain has a value nothing can replace
It shall therefore be the cement of our society
We shall build monuments that will last
A thousand years upon the wailing
Of the multitude
Upon the labour of the slaves
Everything in this immense
Beautiful machine shall be wheels
Pulleys and cords
The connections, however
Shall seem fortuitous to you

We will pretend to have peace in our hearts yet
Knowing that blows will avail
We shall keep the dagger near
We are therefore certain to overflow

When the final resistance hangs on the gallows
Oh yes, I promise unto thee
When the final resistance hangs on the gallows
Love will then blossom with the ardor of flowers
In the midst of spring
Place your faith in this promise!