it was a
bonfire of the vanities
but in vain
the princes live still in their castles
counting the heads of their prisoners
deciding which ones they will trade
that day
it was rumoured that all the shades from hell had risen in smoke and fire
but it was only money that fuelled the flames
and the noxious fumes it sent forth
were shaped into tanks and bombs and guns
no soul slept in repose after that
there was blood money to be made
a type of money that cannot burn
but kills by fire nonetheless
and the souls cried out for peace
and prayed to god
but god could not hear them
for god has
nothing at all to do who
rules hell as well as who
sets the rules of heaven
the prisoners sit in jails somewhere else is all
and the princes they worship are
glistening
ash
ash
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