Money and Power, power and money, is a cycle that the self absorbed
And obsessed like you who weave that narrative around your life. You lie
so naturally you are believed for why would someone so full of the will to succeed
need to lie? It’s all a lie and a cycle of lies proceed you.
You lie about being human, you don’t exist in your skin. You inhabit a body or
a humanoid form, this is true, but in defining you
No one can do it, the peasant within is unschooled and undisciplined
The essence of you is absent.
You lie about what you can do , you wave your flipper and all around you fall and you applaud.
Your narrative tells of why you leave and what they around you did to make you grieve
but you do nothing, say nothing, that is not nothing, and you
inject hearts around you with doubt. You avoid it being found out that your
thoughts are without clout and your deeds are hard to see
because you have nothing, no thought, no care, no integrity.
My money, my power – not yours – It made you feel a feeling, you feed
and guzzle and slurp and consume and and are full of foul breeds,
and in that sliver of epoch you are human and want destroy me and you are instead consumed.