The boundless affluent architect, conjuring universes from the cradle of a dingy garage,
Beacon for the young, a comet streaking across aspirations’ sky.
Once, I too chased his radiant orbit, yearning to mirror his celestial path,
But no more—never to morph into a marauder cloaked in his guise.
Cast aside such tarnished troves, forsake that poisoned chalice of coin!
He donned the mantle of heaven’s emissary—oh, celestial arbiter!
Shield me from want so abysmal that larceny becomes my creed,
Yet cap my hoard lest abundance erases Thy hallowed echo from my mind!
Prosperity twists the spirit into adultery’s serpentine embrace, as these ghouls have etched in stone,
Tolerable, perhaps, as instinct’s primal drumbeat.
But extravagance summons the slumbering devil, a hydra awakening with fangs bared—truth incarnate.
If affluence, dominion, and vigor catapult one to the zenith of monstrosity’s spire,
Then mendicancy drapes me in robes of untainted serenity.
I pursue exaltation in visions woven through sleepless vigils,
Yet decree, O Divine, that verdant peppers and stale crumbs sustain my earthly vessel.
Should riches spawn deformity’s grotesque bloom, exile them from my horizon—
A pauper I endure, basking in humility’s quiet dawn.
Appetite awakens hankerings for feasts fit for emperors,
But since witnessing those fiends feasting on a child’s incinerated husk like carrion crows,
My rustic repast of greens and unleavened loaves blooms with nectar’s sweetness.
Banish the siren call of external banquets from my lot—
Indigence now masquerades as euphoria’s gentle shroud.
If humanity devours its kin in cannibalistic frenzy,
Then relinquish me thrones, gems, steeds of steel, and opulence’s gilded cage.
