• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 05


Oh the decadence of death!
How the man who reigns your kingdom carries the weight of many souls,
The lobster, steak and caviar than will line your stomach,
The leather that lines your shoes.
Each step taken on your sheep skin rug,
Gliding past your stag taxidermy mounted on the wall.

Oh the decadence of death!

The stench of your wealth must carry a burden,
Yet one claims its much easier to carry in your crocodile skin bag.
Blinded by the realities, the gold and diamonds much to bright.
What will make you change, to make things right?
Oh the decadence of death!