The Richest Man In Babylon

The Richest Man In Babylon

Verse 1

Selling tales of sin 

Profits are generating in your sleep

Wicked thoughts are woven into timeless chants

Generations continue to dance

Messages of the past being told in soft tones

If you listen carefully

Ideas are being formed and settled in places

Which are shielded from view

Verse 2

Luxurious platforms are sold to the highest bidder

Beggars become more desperate

Influence is the name of the game

Many have lost and many are losing

Replications of what used to be

Pale in comparison to the originals

Echoes of the past

Linger around the heartbeats of men

Verse 3

Being the richest man in Babylon

Affords you many privileges

Tokens are for the powerless

You create the standard to which we abide

To the victor goes the spoils

You're coated in manufactured glory

The crown you've placed upon your head

Will eventually be your undoing

All that you own is worthless

Chorus

You're only a soul in a vessel

Known by only one

As you accumulate wealth

You forget about the importance of your deeds

Written by B. (Monday, August 4, 2014)

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