Do you see your purpose as accumulation of wealth?
Do you make such things your social standings health?
Is it what drives you and gives you all your worth?
Is it what you were told gave purpose so shortly after birth?
Do you live each moment trying to add another buck?
Were you taught when very young you cant rely on luck?
Do you seek more property to add comfort to your plight?
Do you check the market for profits won throughout the night?
Do you count and tally all the notes that you can hold?
Do you calculate all you've traded, paid for, bought or sold?
Do you know the faces on every type of bill?
Is the pile getting ever higher and climbing higher still?
Do you make money from the lowly when they are forced to fight?
Do you really call this purpose and see it as your right?
Is your life for paper with a slogan proclaiming "In God We Trust"
I'm not alone in praying, one day God will send you bust.

There are those who move like humans.
They breathe the sky,
Eat the fat of the land,
And will return to the Sun,
But even the wolves fear them.
They’re full to the brim,
Of flesh; bags of bones and blood
Greed, importance, hate,
But no Soul.
These men are dead.
Fear has consumed them,
And spat out what little could not sate the hunger.

I stalk success with greed
I think i'm high on ****.
An apparent aggression.
No room for depression.

No time to rest.
To success, i,m a pest..
i follow her everywhere..
I'm not a victim of fear.

Success is so proud;
a fact without a doubt.
still i pursue with pride.
my emotions, i cannot hide.

strength apparently spent.
still, i'll never relent.
i will chase your vagour..
adrenaline absolutely pours.

i'm a man with purpose;
a victim of an overdose.
i'm drowned in optimism..
i slay every subjective criticism.

It was great
to be king
but I don't have the power

to stop the end
they undress me completely
and smear me with grease

with pipes, they blow dust gold
on me, they cover me
with years of envy

The procession leads me
to the throne on the raft
it is a ruthless play

Shining in the light
of my father, the sun
I float across the lake

to lurking eyes
on the other side
that would come to skin me

if I didn't have a wash
and hastily gave the sun
to the greedy water

I'm just a citizen with no names to mention
no one is to blame for the hate and the tension
measuring success by how the other falls
he's got the world by the *****

snowflakes, cupcakes, makes me cold and hungry
no one is to blame for the lust of the money
success is measured by your picture on the walls
he's got the world by the *****

Once a miner
Was trapped in a well
Up he must dig
So, he dug very well

Dug he did do
For all the long day
And dig he loved to
But he had one say,

"I love to dig,
But something is wrong
Well's too big, or
I've dug far too long.

Once I saw it,
The top of the well
Glittering light,
Yes, that rang a bell.

Yet light has run,
Taken with my sight.
No more smiles here,
I only feel fright.

Ev'ry minute
Feels like forever.
One day I'll leave...
Or will I never?

It's getting hot,
In this deep, dark well.
Soon I will rot,
Am I trapped in Hell?"

Rot he did do
Yet he did not wake
One day he died
But long it did take

Once a miner
Was trapped in a well
For it was greed
That which caused his fell

Come dear night,
My veil from all the
Dreadful tales of the world
As the sun spirals down
I welcome you with open arms.

Lie with me
Beaneath the moon
That’s not the least
Ashamed to spy on our
Little meeting.

The silence
Left in the wake of dead
Seems to be our piece,
Our cue for the ball
That didn’t happen till yet.

Perfect twirls—
I can’t help but
Feel your loneliness as comfort
To me ;

The night and I —
Perfect companions.