What Next
The height of science and the width of commerce
in my dwelling place they merge
with the ambassadors of understanding
giving me their pledge.
Capturing the seat of the wise
and sitting over it,
covering its edge
as I wear the garment of knowledge.
So what's next?
My hands are filled with gold
My pockets, heavy with silver
these make me the Diamond myths
and the greatest team player
to financial strength.
I've been owned and followed
and my shadow, replaced with good health
as I'm possessed and romanced
by wealth.
So what's next?
Occurrences and happenings, I'm the doer
Planting the seed of what's to happen next,
like a sower
with all authorities and rulership
placed lower
is the extent of my unbelievable power.
so what's next?
Acquiring all possible knowledge
accumulating unbelievable possessions
and becoming the greatest principality
the world has ever known
without positively touching a life
and making a soul smile
is going through a clothing store naked
and coming out naked
with everything in the world just strings.
So what's next?
DEATH!
Leaving behind all the attachments
as they drop in command of hades
vanity upon vanity;
all is vanity.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2014
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