Our Faustian future

Forget the midnight meeting at the crossroads in the tales,

the devils kept up with the times and modernised his sales,

he’s listened to the market, keen for the profits it will bring,

and rejoiced as the fatted calves have crowned convenience as king

 

Once all sulphur and brimstone, parchment of flesh and fiery quill,

now simply someone else’s blood spilt on a dollar bill

a contract of privilege and luxury in exchange for a simple soul,

a line so long of customers willing to relinquish all control  

 

A facade of petty freedoms that equate with mere consumption,

a knowledge based on hearsay, biased opinions and plain assumption

An apathy that leaves once fertile lands barren and bare,

the freedom to live out a life without one single care

 

What makes this Faustian bargain so insidiously designed

is that most that take the offer are unaware that they have signed,

unaware of what is waiting in the distance of their days

for the city unattended is the city soon ablaze

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Sounds like the persons that sign their souls to the evi.