Circle of Vain
Many have lived on this terrestial ball
Their landmarks we will never forget;
Many lived as heroes and men of war
And their victories were golden records broken and set.
Aged millionaires are no were to be found
Only shadows of their gold we find in our museum;
Their mansions and chariots could not abound
Only blueprint of their strength we find on the wall.
The wealth of old oneday faded away
And golden flowers became ugly and withered,
Silver sceptres were broken and burried; at the end of the day
Royal lanes became yeaning desert.
Our life: a country of many things
It's fondations are bundles of nothing
Kings have ruled and warriors fought to get everything
But they all ended up in the ditch of nothing.
Our world: a kingdom of princes and princesses of fame
A dungeon for those who lived in sorrow and shame ;
Alas! i have seen serfs and lords gone insane
Not catching the glimpse that our world is a circle of vain.
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