Egomania
There are men of clay and men of steel
Those who stand and those who kneel
People that beg, others who steal
Those numb inside and others that feel
There ain’t no more innocence
Just greed, darkness and sin
Desolate and destitute
A great void within
What makes you tick?
Make your switch flick?
Damned siblings of evolution
Empty shells devoid of soul
What is your destination?
Egomania is your final goal
There are men of moderation and men of gluttony
Those who enslave and those who set you free
People that are blind, others who see
Those who stay and others that flee
There ain’t no more silence
Just noise and screams
Distorted reality
Shattered dreams
What drives you on?
Angels or devil’s spawn?
Damned siblings of evolution
Empty shells devoid of soul
What is your destination?
Egomania is your final goal
Insatiable greed
A hunger you cannot feed
Bloodletting your pain
Will drive you insane.
Copyright © Peter Paul Valletta | Year Posted 2020
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