A feast!
To say the very least,
Grand ol fans fold eating from the beast..
But who is really eaten?
Who is not mistaken?
Who will soon awaken?
The eaten aren't alive,
Only the living thrive
To maybe open third eyes...orr
Maybe not.
Majority of people like aesthetics that are not...
Pleasing to me i wander sadly in my mind as I'm unable to see,
Whats enthralling about money that is far from your possession.
Deep inside the being of a monsters thick intestines..
Deep inside the mind of brothers leaving you to die..
I ponder as to why nobody hears my angry cry..
Is it not ferocious?
Still too softly spoken?
Why do you not feel it?
The muddle of erosion..
The lack of conscious thought..
It seems it is on purpose
But still i see your caught.
Your brothers lie to you
They aren't really happy..
Money isn't joy..
Tis a shiesty ploy,
To keep your spanned attention
Within their false direction..

Walk with me children ^.^
Ill show you how to live.
Without bravado talk and pride that money loves to give..