Unseen forces condemning mankind,
Mocking our choices and faith,
We relish our freedom as though it were true,
But tis nowhere we’re safe,
We scurry about hapless in wonder,
Running amuck as it were,
Wondering why all turns asunder,
Nothing but fortunes deplorable lure,
Pedantically scrupulous we keep our affairs,
Biding our time till we’re dead,
Hoarding our money in secret layers,
Content to be corpulently fed,
Schadenfreude heralds our call,
Giving us our guilty pleasure,
We watch in joy as others fall,
Not able to meet up our measure,
Reproach the hoards of the weak,
Whom you’ll encroach your will,
Lie in wait for the meek,
And drink their bloods good fill,
Holy of holies spread thy faith,
Have the pope’s good prayer,
Upon your tongue place that waif,
Without a fucking care,
Destitute of love you’ll find yourself,
All those others forsaken,
You’ve surrounded yourself with all that wealth,
But tis from a nightmare you’ll awaken,
Bitter and cold you’ve wilted with time,
From societies poor breast you’ve weaned,
It is for you now to judge yourself,
Be damned you wretched fiend,
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© 2005 Eric Miller