Black Friday Poem by DM W

Those who stare into the hollow idol's eyes;
Those who glitter with the garish glory of fashion & fame;
Those who bless the bones of the carcass;
Those who consume the swill from Modernity's trough;
Those who call the darkness light;
Those who raise the flags of fanaticism;
Those who sharpen the tooth of the tiger;
Those who chase futile, fleeting shadows;
Are all lost in the murky realms of endless night.
They can never awaken to the true source of Light.