Its the culmination of an abstract fallen nation
The sensations of Painful exasperations
It’s a dastardly turn for the worst
Self-medicating societal birth
Through industrial revolution a devil was born
Spawned by greed hungry for more
Now we stand in a land deeply entranced
With wide eyes it offers not even a glance
Only one chance left before we end this devils dance
To stop placing our faith in a fluctuating embrace
That soon will encase our hearts without a trace
The race towards a monetary case
Erase the facts that are currently embraced
By the face called money
Worshipping an idol of sinister cunning
Its running this societal downfall
Accumulating victims with a violent retribution
Its leading you to your own execution
The solution is to stop worshipping death
Come to the light
Take a new breathe…….