The Torment of Mankind

Theres one thing on this planet
that is more dangerous,
more unforgiving,
one thing more depraved
shamed or unwilling
than the ways of a desperate man
the violent sharpness and urgency of the tongue
the thickened sound of the boiling blood
the whiteness bound in knuckles of both hands
and the testing of the human fabric just to meet an ends
Uh! look out! 
mind your step around that desperate man
hey, i dont know what you see in his eyes
but i can see the world
there's pain, and pestilence... poverty
and a purposefull life come unfurled
curled up at the ends
and weighing down on itself
ehem! Ladies and Germs
i present to you, dystopia!
but most call it planet earth
you see, we have this little entity
it exsists, but doesn't at the same time
it is the basis, the motivation
for the "civilised" exsistence of mankind
and if you have lived with it
without it you become nothing
without it you become fearful
without it you become brash
without it you become desperate
the only thing more dangerous
more unpredictable more depraved
than even the most desperate of men
M-O-N-E-Y.

the scourge continues...