I take it all in,gorging it down,
The pealsures i treasure,
giving in to all the pressure,
without thought ,without measure.

Without remose i trample,
not caring as they cry out,
then crumple.

Falsehooh is truths victor,
In decite lies my joy and succor,
Friends have i not,
for brothers i care nought.

Walk in my den,
a ready thief you'd find there.
I live to take,
any talk of giving,
i hate.

I scorn the lowly,i disown them wholely.

In strong rooms i stow my wealth,
with it i can buy perfect health.

The years drif by,
Now it's time to say goodbye,
I sit alone,
no one here to hold my hands,
as i go home.

Why dont i feel happy?
Of what am i still searching?
I think i know,It must be because,
In all my wealth,
Fufilment i still have not felt.

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