Fortune of Fools
Some worship gods of gold as their goodness turns to greed
Like saviors made of silver keeping weak ones on their knees
Some appetites are angry like werewolves full of want
Sin is never satisfied...it's a monster screaming more
For the dollar and the diamond badness turns into a beast
Betraying their own blood...for a penny...for a piece
Rusty blades plunged in the backs of friends now turned to foes
They're calling it success but it's the fortune of fools
Those churches and those chapels are now turned into casinos
Preachers at the pulpits turn into pimps and prowling schemers
"Give until it hurts!"
That's what they say as they get paid
Fill their billfolds full of bankrolls then turn their backs and walk away
As they drive down dirty streets they pass starving children in the cold
Living only for their lusts
They're calling it success but it's the fortune of fools
At pearly gates they meet the maker...their life movies start to play
Did they give love unto strangers or walk in their wrong and wicked ways?
Did they share and share alike or take greed to the grave?
Did they show a life of love or were they concrete hard and cold?
What will be your answer as you stand before the throne?
Cut down and cast away into Heaven they can't pay
Now they're running from Hellfire...for this day is their doomsday
The devil now he comes to collect what he is due
They tremble now with fear as they can hear his big black boots
Used and broken like a tool
They're calling it success but it's the fortune of fools
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2015
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