Tyrants Of Greed They smile watching the little people in sad parade of the rush hours calling whilst they peer down in satisfaction from towers dark and looming, made from grief Those that reside aloft, live by that code that one who rules, rules without law they love to see you work your fingers to the bone and when it all gets too much, see you, let out a groan They will not hesitate to use the whip trying to get what is left of your hollow lives sucking breath from you and bleeding you dry foul and evil in there cogitation attitude These are the wicked that sell and buy land mines to maim, mothers to cry these are the creatures that worship greed they attain for want and not for need. By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka Neonsolaris
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 09:12:28 +0000
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