Chasing our sole desires
No consequence too great.
We don’t stop to think
of the things we may affect.
Carry out life as a right
We never think of the debt
We never think of regrets
For the little things we no longer see.
What can it matter, when the world is our toy?
Our limitless plaything.
Religion says its right.
There cannot be a soul,
It glitters, it must be gold.
Watch the vision of tomorrow grow cold,
I break the frost.
What of the meaning in between?
Though it glitters it isn’t always gold,
As a child neither bought, nor sold
I see the fate, in the answers you seek
Carry on, this way of life!
No life beyond these city walls.
How idle should we stand, as our new world falls?
Always with your Dollar Bill, I shall never give foot!
Make way for Christ.