It's a funeral!
Not quite a funeral, but the ceremony
right before the big show
except the audience is empty,
and my thoughts are without purpose,
my existence without achievement.
let us give pause for the man with no future
for today is his funeral
let the trumpets play, and the blackness envelope
our minds as we say goodbye to a life that had
no hopes or dreams.
Because of the millions born,
there must be the broken ones, those without purpose
and without the love it takes to prosper.
so I say, let's have a funeral for them, and wish them goodbye
for our thoughts are better placed where we will find our own happiness
and where we can fulfill our own desires at the expense of our mothers glory
the precedence has been set, and now it is all we can see
let us consume, let us exhume all that glitters and glows
for god is waiting with open arms, and empty chests
awaiting our accumulated bounties!
when the time arrives for our funerals, let the world never forget
a fulfilled life has passed, and let us praise the ones
adept at these greedy systems, and at self fulfillment
those able to forsake the few who just cant make it
for they are but an eye sore, on the beauty of life
where all that extends before me is mine, and mine alone.
Glory to the conquerors