Prophet of Profit

What will all your profit buy you?
Especially when everything else goes down the drain.
Sitting and counting your cash as it dwindles.
Not a period you can frequent again.
For time moves in one direction and all your bridges are burned.
So tell me, can you hear the sirens screeching?
Because before too long your life will be…

Torn to shreds on the rocks of hubris.
Hollowed out like your legacy of hatred.
Gallows humour cannot save you this time.
For you reap what you sow when you aim for short term inclines.

Carve out niches in hopes to prosper.
But your card is marked and forever locked here.
So do not believe that your fortune’s will change.
For these deeds are dirty and will keep you in chains.
As punishment for crimes against equals.
Believing your value is some how much more.
You’re chance at salvation has been nailed to the wall.

Reduced to ash in front of your eyes.
Beady and unblinking now you understand demise.
Drink down these emotions until its all you see.
For each line you crossed is now marked to be paid in melancholy.

Crept amongst the stars.
Branded innocence with bars.
Showed your teeth and proved you’re a monster.
Filled with death where joy did prosper.
Cause its easier forming suffering out of repentance.
Dividing peace until war is the cry.
Psychopathic entity without a care for any future.
You split atoms to tear down this sky.
While brandishing words as if they are weapons.
All to hide your unhinged intentions.
Of exchanging choice for conquest.
Want to seal defeat with mass homicide!