Tested

 

Have I not been tested?

 

Why break my last bone and leave my wound infested?

 

Money is the measure, man, go find some hole detested

 

But what about the principles that men’s spirits tested?

 

First fill the belly of your brood, in that is salvation, blessed

 

But we must eat! But we must drink!

 

Worry not of tomorrow’s implications, for its seize the day and today we live!

 

But what of the next day and it’s progeny?

 

The cancer unseen by the fools flowers and festers, decomposing the semblance of a tight knit structure

 

You will eat halfwit

You will drink fool

 

Spoiled fragments of death on the backs of those you protect in mind but do nothing if it means to lift a finger

 

Don’t you know a cozy house spoils quickly with the decomposing bodies of those that once inside dwelt?

 

Don’t you know that a full cellar will be left to the worms when evil is not extracted and the inhabitance can no longer cycle substance to belly?

 

Don’t you know that your wells run dry and anything potable turns bitter with death?

 

In days of old they gave you coin

 

Something to put your hands on

 

Enough glint to catch the eye, weighed and measured with ample potency to drain your essence

 

Now the golds gone and in its absence paper

 

The paper was indeed to rich so now to air they taper

 

All Hail! The king of the air now his subjects takes

 

The scale has been tampered but a line still formed

 

A slow kill, soft whisperings of the murderers keep the docile down while the blood is let from there necks

 

Cooed to death by a mother who has smothered her own

 

Lulled into a long sleep by feeble fathers who know only inaction

 

Have I not been tested?

 

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