For a lifetime spent following
A path trodden bare
By countless feet walked to the bone
By the nose it was lured
Oh the scent of success
An alluring fragrance of decadence
The seduction of a waning spirit
The perfume once filled with promise
Turns to an onerous odour
This confident conformity culminates
In a cruel castration of the soul
The stench of death pervades the air
As bloody feet near the perversion
Realisation dialates the senses
Here it has found the vaunted dream
A body of lies
Carrion
Feeding the starving god
A fraction of debt is paid to Mother
A corrupted vessel drained of life
Beetles, worms and soil collect
The scraps it left in dust
A deal it made at birth
Forgotten in its youth
Avoided in its middle age
Too late to regret its loins' fruit
All it has borrowed with blood
Can not be repaid
The stinking rich
The wealthy corpse rots
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