Death of a Magnate

Eugene S.

When did you forget
Who you were to be
You know, oh holy priest

Was it the money
That brought you down
You kneeling beast

Was it your charm
That lured the sheep
Provided your needs

Or was it the farm
That must expand
To plant your seeds

You had to know
That all of the greed
Could never be free

  • Author: Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 11th, 2023 03:17
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Comments1

  • 2781

    Could mean more than the death of a magnate.

    • Eugene S.

      There's always a price to pay.
      😉

      • 2781

        It's tricky, if we were to judge ourselves, we wouldn't be judged.



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