High on ladder, suite and maid
All his life, long lost in space
Up, up, above him and her
Never a word of hope uttered he,
To those voices beneath, he lied and lied
Crumbling it all for a shiny wheel
Filthy, in vain is all the world's paper
It lures and bribes, then is gone in a vapour
Leaving alone, ashes of burning hearts, broken
Of feet that once, ages before, were grounded
Now floating in air, is a breathing carcass
Money, a deadly clock that left him with no time. Nor life.
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