When there’s no future, how can there be sin?
We’re the flowers in the dustbin
We’re the poison in your human machine
We’re the future, your future…
Wallowing in your vast wealth, swim in limitless riches and sheer opulence
With your hard-worn pride glimmering blind and your greedy ego’s corpulence
Your golden throne and bejewelled shiny crown is your gratifying sanctity
Your own way of safe protection against life’s endless cruel infidelity
Dine as many times a day as you wish, with the finest of food and silverware
And a bath of lavender and rose petals shall await you later on, laid prepared
With tailored suits and expensive gowns donned, shan’t you have a party?
Dance to the beat of the music and mingle with the highest orders of society
Paid postage stamps donning your sharp profiles, lick it and then stick
The poorer ask for empty grumbled bellies fed, why not let them eat cake?
The criminals fled and burned witches dead, sick entertainment to no end
Bring the executions on, strike the razor guillotine, and *thwack!* Off with their heads!
Power and soldiers will save you from the hive crowds, masses that flock and hate
Chainmail armour will protect you from crimson roses’ sharp thorns that badly scathe
Cold currency can buy you everything that you ever wish for at your own disposal
After all, money talks better, and it’s sadly true that human avarice is universal
Your banner stabbed and raised upon the ground, designated coat of arms boasted, flag fluttering
Rewarded with that twisted satisfaction of making a mark on this earth, such a sweet dignified feeling
But not all that glitters is gold; people shall look upon you not with fear and respect, but rather loathing and pity
And the centuries will come and pass until you’re nothing more but a mere forgotten footnote in the books of history.