The poverty of the market place is evident,
When he masks his goddess of prosperity,
Deceiving her enough to believe,
That she will see only merry times ahead...
She is kept in a position of pride,
Above the carpet that pacifies her from the grime that lies beneath.
Carrying the sensuality of a woman within her,
Natures finest work of art, embodied in flesh and blood...
Their boundaries seemed to be the grievance of his existence,
Shot his swimmers just as they were about to ascend,
Yet his passion quivers after two decades of brutal mockery,
Submissive to his whim of preserving his virtue and vanity...
He saw sex, bosoms and lies,
Not even the trinity of vices could lure him,
Not alluring enough to suit his taste,
Not convenient enough to hide his lies...
Then they unearthed secrets lost in time,
Those that spoke of thousands of years ahead,
Deranged years that oscillate within the benefit of doubt,
Reduced to a scenario of illusions...
For we can't seem to trade our hard earned fortune for the value of flesh,
What's written in the stars is reduced to ashes,
Superficial remorse from rags to riches and riches to rags,
Moments of elevation have now been misjudged...
He never fell pray to his inner demons,
Though he fell pray to society's rigidity,
Crafted by a despicable code of conduct,
He should have listened to the ghosts of the past instead...
When he masks his goddess of prosperity,
Deceiving her enough to believe,
That she will see only merry times ahead...
She is kept in a position of pride,
Above the carpet that pacifies her from the grime that lies beneath.
Carrying the sensuality of a woman within her,
Natures finest work of art, embodied in flesh and blood...
Their boundaries seemed to be the grievance of his existence,
Shot his swimmers just as they were about to ascend,
Yet his passion quivers after two decades of brutal mockery,
Submissive to his whim of preserving his virtue and vanity...
He saw sex, bosoms and lies,
Not even the trinity of vices could lure him,
Not alluring enough to suit his taste,
Not convenient enough to hide his lies...
Then they unearthed secrets lost in time,
Those that spoke of thousands of years ahead,
Deranged years that oscillate within the benefit of doubt,
Reduced to a scenario of illusions...
For we can't seem to trade our hard earned fortune for the value of flesh,
What's written in the stars is reduced to ashes,
Superficial remorse from rags to riches and riches to rags,
Moments of elevation have now been misjudged...
He never fell pray to his inner demons,
Though he fell pray to society's rigidity,
Crafted by a despicable code of conduct,
He should have listened to the ghosts of the past instead...
