The lost, rich and blind,
The call to eternity at hand,
Jingle jangling like a bell,
When it arrives nothing to tell,
For no rebel will be considered,
And it's rejection is overhand.


Pleasure you desire,
Riches you acquire.
Needfulness you detest,
Mortal deterrent you resist.

In the dell of immorality you dwell,
built a tent to tell,
About your riches on Earth,
Forgetting the life span of your breath.