The markets up again
A positive word
A number claimed
But who is really getting fat
Lies and Deception honour that
Money like water flows away
Into a muddy puddle
Where the rich kids play.
Storing money in bags with holes is bad for ones health afflicting the soul
Our labour now spent on vanity and war
The middle class stripped as they lavish the whore
He sees the affliction
Knows the score
When the cess pool is full he'll fatten the poor.
"Your tide ever flowing, in and out...
Your the moon and the stars, your Venus and Mars...
How can anything be anything?
Everything is you.
But where is Your praise?
But only a few.
Wolves in sheeps clothing-
Scattered the flock..
Now evil enchantments are seen round the clock."
Go on marrying and giving in marriage..
Sell and trade like there's no tomorrow.
The pit they dig won't hide their sorrow.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 14th, 2024 01:57
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Comments4
This reads like a biblical verse. I feel premonitions of doom here. Well I guess I don't need this to tell me doom is around the corner. Nicely written with good flow. A nice read.
Got that, Mate.
That's because you're one of the good guys.
Flattery will get you.......
Nowhere
feels like we've all got a red dot laser sight hovering left off centre ..
Someone's in the sights
I'm a sheep - woof! Eh? A wolf really in sheep's clothing. Do wolves say 'woof'? lol
Probably not
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