The Suicide of Empire

Throughout time, when an empire dies
It goes through death throes
That are known to be the same as others
Most of the time the cause is suicide
With a malaise that flows
And an apathy that smothers

Sex is made to be the highest achievement
But our addictive fucking is nothing
Our simplest instincts and most base desire
Food and treasure becomes a demon
Vanity and violence unblushing
And the self hate and selfishness become fire

In a world where obesity and starvation compete
When the rich could eat the poor and be commended
Where the wars of finances and hate are entered
The battles are lost not from material defeat
No, the truth is, once the events are ended
The cause is known and the empires have surrendered

There is no justice
In the maintenance of empire
There is only damnation and decay
All of us should try to know this
Humans are wild, not for servitude wired
And civilization is a false we are all betrayed

By our desire to control our instincts
While in fact, becoming addicted
To bread and circus
And there is no deeper resistance
We love the sickness
We become the abortus

“Step by step they were led to things which dispose to vice, the lounge, the bath, the elegant banquet. All this in their ignorance they called civilisation, when it was but a part of their servitude.”  Tacitus