There Will Never Be Enough
No, there never will be enough.
The money we look at and see as green,
Tear it to pieces and it'll bleed red.
Threaded, interwoven fibers of cotton and linen -
They are shaped into tiny little rectangles,
Tacitly treacherous,
Tattooed with numbers and letters.
The all-seeing eye is there too,
Topping the pyramid,
Though I question if it's really God's.
Their arsenal, frightfully full of evil skill sets,
Terrifying in magnitude,
The likes of which include but aren't limited to
The fervid sponging up of the blood
Thieved from the bodies of human lives.
They have always been among us,
Those who consider themselves above the rest,
Thinking that moral turpitude is their birthright -
The working class their playthings and sacrificial lambs.
The morally corrupt birthed an industry of vicious cycles in the world
To perpetuate schisms of us versus them.
They ponder not whether to feel guilt or shame for what they do.
The difference between right and wrong?
Trivial matters to the monsters mentioned just above.
They have more important things to do.
Time is money and such is the backbone of their industries
Thriving on the success of the wicked
Thanks to the downfall of morals and all good things.
They praise themselves and serve themselves yet they ask for more -
Taste buds writhing, gluttonous always for more, more, and still more -
Though enough will never be enough.
To satiate, no, there will never be enough.
The world can be theirs or at least what's left of it.
Their dying breath and their epitaphs will be "more".
The root of all evil,
The color of all evil,
The shape of all evil -
To what ends is it worth
The end of all?
About the Creator
Taylor Markel
Hi Everyone! :)
I LOVE horror, spooky, paranormal, cryptids, and Stephen King. Much (though not all) of my writing is pleasantly infected with such influences. Stay, explore, and come back for more!
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