One who cares not to count
How much is spent
The care comes for the
Present day. Yesterday
Vanishes like water
Poured onto the soil.
Anything pleasant to the
Eyes will be attempted
Better to sacrifice a soul
Inorder to purchase
Declining glory.
Feasting on a daily
Like the future exists not.

Nothing matters but only
What they have at hand
Ready to sale human kindness
And grind the bones
For the daily pleasure.
Matters of the flesh
Their question is
Why care for a soul that
You have never seen or touched.
What I have now is for this time
What comes after
Will matter while am there
To spend, rob, **** for satisfaction.