Now it's too late
By: Matthew Canning
In a world full of sinners and saints
trapped within the web of the markets and banks
money is just nothing but an Illusion
as debt becomes the solution
living within the shadow of this beast
avoiding the corrupt priest,
housing an army of secret police.
“Now it's too late, if your faithful they call this fate
there is little time left, to stop the predator
we can still flush out the traitors.”
We have becomes slaves in our own home
corporate zombies, a mindless drone
plugging in at night, by switching on a button
and switching off your brain, subconscious glutton
feeding your pride off another's sin,
the Antichrist has risen again
he's within each and everyone of us
tempting, teasing
seducing and pleasing
oh how everything can be so deceiving
from what we all thought to be so perceiving
the science of the universe,
how taboo, grown to become perverse.
“Now it's too late, it's what some call fate
when there is no time left to stop the predator
at least we can still hang the traitors.”
Loved this!! So many I talk
Loved this!! So many I talk to, as well as myself, wish we could go back to trading like the earlier Indians, but its not realistic and sad to say we'd probably end up right back here. We are a greedy species.