Success.

I only wish to be a timeless piece laying thinly on the shelf

A ray of sunshine in the forest having the land to myself

That my mind isn't of Descartes

slipping out of my hands

This is only an introduction to the turn of the end

That the end of all humanity is always just around the bend.

While we sip the kool-aid that was offered for the gods

The deism that lingers in all of our scarred hearts

Sacrifice has become the mantra of the wise

Knowing the key to success is where love lies

Depending on the world you occupy or that

which you grew up in

The avenue of success could possibly be, corruption

Using the blood of the fingers of the children who swore

That they'd find the means to purchase a way out of hell

There are those who pray might it be the elite

Whose feet are washed

What more is there...?

poetry?

The mumbling of the lower class

explaining to the damned the aristocrats

That is wasn't the gold dollar in your pocket

It stopped being gold in the 70's.