The Post-Millennial Masquerade

The loudest voices determine the dress code

At the Post-Millennial Masquerade

Where the theme is Groupthink

And Inquisition is the game of the hour.

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Do you bear the dogma in your heart as the self-appointed micropopes and their clergy claim to?

Or is there a heretic in your chest?

The polygraph purity tests will stretch you out

Under arrays of unsleeping eyes.

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“You have the right to agree,” may be the last Freedom left.

At least there are factions,

Though we ought to call them what they are:

Denominations.

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“To thine own self be true,”

Is to walk the Solitaire's path

At The Post-Milennial Masquerade

And few have the temerity for the role.

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It is easier, if not better,

To bejewel one’s mask until it is just like the others.

Reflecting each-other like schools of fish,

There is safety in the individual sameness of the paper-leviathan.

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Truths that reveal the Emperor’s nakedness

Are best left unsaid

At The Post-Millennial Masquerade

Where the loudest voices determine the dress code.