Pillow-fluff pads of sweet-rolling grayed,
Teddy Bears fly and diamonds parade,
Money for the wicked all pompous and pump...
And Buffet's and Gates and Romney's and Trump,
Soon there was nothing, left for a life,
Of morals, hard-work, honor; families in strife.
Great Purple Harlot on fire from distance,
And laughter and singing at Devil's insistence.
When it was done, the Elite made a pact,

* “All Hail to Lucifer! Upon his will shall we act!”

pardon me from the sea
a radiant height of glee
listen still in a great thrill
there are rivers fought to come

each of us must confess
the rivers flow in calmness
its safe to parade through a new days smile
yet to know all the great while

chosen by birth we get more in rehearse
shaped through your dreams my loving child
choose the day the night is far too spent
as in a caged witness we can disqus

love is a begone reason to proclaim the hunters vent