6200
And in this Man's world Pride is King...
the noise that drowns out everything.
How can I sing of love,
when he places none above... his ego?
And if it were I that served that mighty blow
that demoted me from friend to foe,
a sacrifice of blood— wouldn't be enough… to save me from the flood— of his wrath—
It's Issacs’s math...
I still gotta write my epitaph,
and give the accounting on my soul's behalf
to The Great Mathematician in the Sky
and still, copy and receipt you as to why
I am soo undeserving of your love...
A love that pays a shilling and derivative
that subtracts the ability to forgive,
that divides my worth
from what I deserve…
I invest—
and you profit off the interest.
I make a mistake and you charge a fee.
But, should you error— I must let it be
Your words are greenbacks—
not backed by bouillon.
Gave you my heart of gold…
Vault vandalized; bonds oversold.
"He who is on top— takes everything..."
A man’s love is… merely a Ponzi Scheme...
'cuz in this world…Pride…is King.
