We Are Kayser Soze

“Remember, charge, these are your friends,” Kayser said.
And though scream I could, I bow my throbbing head.
Empress of mine, there are spiders in your hair,
Weaving an elaborate web of lies to share
With our lesser Arcana, those of small mind,
Afterbirth sisters, born solely for the Grind.
Kayser Soze is a gentle trickster God,
All things coldly diplomatic I am not.

Community is another word for slavery,
Our Lady of Deceit, a beacon of bravery.
Her fickleness is the only thing reliable,
Repent, abjects, unity is still viable.
“Your naivety will aid us,” she sagely smiles.
For the noble cause, shall I entertain her wiles?

“Remember, friends are foes you don’t want to know.
The Chariot is prepared to take you to growth.”
Empress of mine, there are spiders in your hair,
Weaving an elaborate web of truth to share,
With our major Arcana, those of sound mind,
This night I shall take the vow to join the Grind.
A gentle trickster God is Kayser Soze,
Come for us all who are insane but not crazy.

January 11, 2021 by Passenger B ©

Image via Tech Crunch

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