They should instead feel shame
Some seek to worship this beast
And bow before him
His name is Mammon
But to understand his way
Does not require inquiries arcane
His throne is built
Upon desire
Upon envy
Upon golden coin
And silver rain
He is a prince in his realm
The fires of Hell are his domain
He taxes our selfish nature
With his will he compels
Human nature to fall
Into his pit of slaves
Who he controls
Where he sells the souls
And casts out the bones
To be gnawed upon
And the souls in time
Deteriorate
As they fall apart
And they fade from view
Over the millennia
Of torture
And slowly learning
The eternal truths
