One day all this will fall down
This great corporate stronghold called life,
Supported by the broken backs and the dangling ideals of the impoverished masses, the goldfish of the new millennium who glitter only in the glamour of their eternal death throes, their passing into a false nirvana.
For the whim of the carefree elite who glide on the fancies of peacocks and the performances of the vulturous and the pompous, that they might keep the indifferent splendor that hath dulled their rotted senses to the terrifying truth.
That this is all they have…