The flip side of the story: glory here on earth?
Their handing out recruitments, your money for your worth.
Give us your hard earned and in return,
We'll give you the crumbs, with no real worth.
Come take the trinkets, but nothing is for free.
Glory to the 1 percent, the rest in slavery.
The ultimate pyramid scheme, reaching for the top,
But like those before them, the house of cards will flop.
The blind lead the blind, straight into the ditch.
Then for all their sorrow, they'll turn to the witch,
She cannot save them, her spells are a curse.
And when the scroll is flow over, all lies will leave this earth.
And the elements will be dissolved,
Nothing else can stand.
The Spiriodic table
Is at His command.
- Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 17th, 2023 00:49
- Category: Unclassified
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Google can't find spiriodic. Eh?!
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