Out where the durum wheat grows to
Mill into our daily loaves, not far away
From the fields of waving bounty, reside
Metal gods deep in the plains, modern-
Day trolls armed for war. We never see
These secretive metal deities for whom
We tithe our taxes to house in pricey
Subterranean cathedrals radiant with the
Latest high-tech comforts. In return, their
Keepers, our missileteers, vow to keep us
Safe. Alas, these are false gods heralded
By false prophets. They promise only ashes
For us, omnicide, a day of suicide for all.
Dread the hour our silos vomit false gods.
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