Is one drop of oil worth more than the lives of those to come and those who have died? The sparkles and glitter are all but lies, for in the shining gold the devil resides.
Cash in our pockets our partner in crime, soon to no longer buy us more time.
As we ascend the thirteen steps to our damnation, the depth of our greed, the death of a nation. As we approach the world's end, devastation.
The platform creaks under the weight of our desires, hopes and dreams will burn on the fire. We await our fate, but we still don’t care. We don’t seem to mind, the end is near. Death beckons and opens the gate, but the realisation is too late.
Blindly consumed by the depth of our needs, let us repent for the sins of our greed.
As we ascend the thirteen steps to our damnation, the depth of our greed, the death of a nation. We approach the world's end. Devastation.
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