Deceit And Fraudelence

Playing an absurd theater to portray the pretentious impostor Squeezing through a labyrinth of never-ending hallways Hearing the squealing voices of a grieving sepulcher's altar as you mount your money in piles of pyramids as always. What then are your trade and your given surname? You have the Mohicans' trinkets for Wall Street's game. What is at stake? No anima will dare to ask again! You are blemished with treachery and treason responsible for this tragedy and perpetrating pain. Manipulative while debunking the trustworthy Wagering your profits like a child without reason Glancing over the shoulder for the grand finale Nonetheless the devil is on permanent holiday Holding your head in your impure little hands Circumventing the basis of this controversy Your performance thereafter deserved an Oscar Your position in business is simply avaricious Consumed by your lust for position and fame Devoid of one ounce of empathy you stand amidst the hyenas and the villainous and vicious. Never the subject of some secretive evil consequence Leaving all the stupefied injured, limp and lame Everyone's a casualty of your wickedly suspicious behavior reeking to the heavens in fraudulence. However the common folk are the token victims of your selfish strategy without a smidgeon of shame. Your greed is not satiable hence you're beyond defense Although you are a personality and a prominence the jesters heckle and jeer imitating the symptoms of your sickness, so deplorable and fictitious. The tramps and hobos are filled with dissidence considering the regrettable falsehoods you claim. You steal the silver and rob the gold Cynically joking and your laughs are cold The olden were never warned about your tactics all broken and torn. Still you hold out baffled and indiscreet The children are roaming the streets They rant and rave the Queen's impatience must surely cease as the prince cleanses her feet. You bled the beggars and starved the poor and giggled about until you were bored. Your mental health functions well yet it makes the world a bitter hell. The archangels pound the tortured bell You decided to speculate quite overdone The gents have been completely unstrung ready to push the button to jeopardize the planet as they pronounce deception has won. Perhaps the fate of karma will firstly appear to rattle your lost conscious out of time and zone. Have you begotten your own demise? Will you be overcome with angst and fear? Your own happiness is sadly frozen and paralyzed Maybe the recognition of your hideous dilemma will reawaken your heart to be honest and sincere. Continuing this brutal misuse will pulverize the opportunity to reform your agenda and share your world and sympathize. Suddenly your urge for excess and gluttony could be replaced with delight and cheer. Then the surrounding Nature could wondrously captivate your saddened eyes and ears. Perhaps a reborn child will naively reappear and the essence of life will be your priority. Liberated from the stress of a financier helps to discover the beauty of simplicity. The next merger will be a part of yesteryear as you surpass a superfluous moan on your way to acceptance and affinity. Nevertheless you utter a helpless groan not impressed with my suggestive tone. Addicted to your monstrous iniquity disrespectful deposing of dignity while nurturing one of Lucifer's clones. Trampling goodness with egocentricity while smiling without authenticity. Hence I bid you a fond farewell predicting your collapse as my enemy. I implore you to once again consider the alterative, for history foretells the danger of your actions will bitter your existence as an earthly entity. Deceitfully conspiring for personal gain is an inequitable fashion of existence despicably one-sided and stuff for the richer. We will accentuate the metaphysical and remain amongst the impoverished whose hearts are dear thence being divinely treated for our loving virtuality.