Are rich men just astro-nuts.

Are rich men just astro-nuts.

Oh reapers wind

Was it greed that drove you

Pandemonium, floods and pestilence

The religion of Apocalypse

Hell’s mouth

Leeching black clouds of poison

From the bowels of the earth

What of this state of dysphoria

The widening depression

The gulf of unease

When all could be avoided

Should you choose it

Hoarding wealth

When rainy days are upon us

Creating a myth

Of divine exclusivity

Escaping consequences

Seems as easy as escaping gravity

When the obscenity of riches

Is revealed to be a springboard

To heavenly opportunities

New Klondikes will be sourced,

For the veins of man’s lifeblood

Are filled with love

At the prospect of discovery

When the guilty can break free

Quoting arcane passages

Of scripture to justify

Barbarity

What is left of beauty

When the sorry mess is picked clean

By vultures

Posing as the godhead

There are no lightbringers

Nothing will be over

It will be stolen by the few

Held as ransom

For the many to observe

As humankind is bartered

For the survival of the chosen

Not by god or religious conversion

But by the perversion of wealth

And a eugenicists promise,

Purity of purpose

Opportunity and power

Are the mothers of invention

And inheritance

Is its own reward.