Shimmering sentinels mark the days
as the doomsday clock marches on
Abundance in one hand, death in the other
The proletariat battle for orts
not realizing the bounty
just beyond their purview
unable to comprehend
the exigent metamorphosis
They fail to see the bounty of Canaan
that is theirs by right
Complacent by nature
they contend as they always have
one foot in the grave
