They weave dreams for the gullible thirsty
The fetishist fantasies build their homes
Fabricated on the ruins of an apocryphal myth
Their axiom of life an apology of necrophiliac perversion
Feeds on the sarcophagus of socialist self-delusion
The dead must rise of the burial grounds of cut-short dreams
The living must be propelled into the emptiness called Ayn Rand.