False Success

Bestow onto me thine ways

Who govern the flow of life

Fame and wealth shown on thou dais

High above those plagued with strife

 

Thou beast shielded in concrete

Robbing the poor of their dreams

As thou lie beneath the street

Feeding off their hollowed screams

 

Therefore, show thy treachery

Behind thou sweet words and songs

That sets us in reverie

Concealing all of thy wrongs

 

Thou demon, relinquish us

For we no longer discuss

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