Filling their pockets with gold and all that glitters
While watching the poor man do nothing but slither
Their process deludes them to think diamonds buy rights
A man that once thought this had only death in his sights
Pitiful to think it’s survival of the fittest
To push their fellow down and say they’re all but finished
The kings of illusion they may be so
But one day it’ll be over and have nothing of truth to show
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