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Centuries climb on the backs of decades

Post traumatic stress offers

liberation with hand grenades

Fog mists the wheels of time



Lunatics sit on benches wearing

nothing but empty minds

A paranoid puppeteer creates his art

an illusion that the religious devouts truly care



The grinning gibbons over-run the board-rooms

of nameless corporations

and souless businessmen



Sell your soul to Lucifer

for a share of some barren land

and a cock-sure, fool-proof business plan



He'll fire your arse

you'll descend to Vesuvius's doom

You've missed precious moments



Your children, your wife ultimately

back to back board room meetings about everything

Ironically you missed your life.



For a handful of promises

dust worn dreams

a meter of wealth that devoured you with greed



So meet your master

he awaits with bated breath

fools gold drips like venom

From your birth right

his gold tongued breath.