Is it not well known, and have you not read;

That it is easier for a camel to thread eye the needle,

Than for a rich person to enter the kingdom of god?

Well, this I know is true; it is easier for an everyday person to ascend and comfort glitzy heaven,

Than for a billionaire to stroll those gilded halls, not desiring everyone live for their personal hell.

For from their burning inner fires,

Do they try reflect upon all others,

The miserly misery they feel within,

A desperate need to acquire more,

And be at the centre of everything,

Splaying giddiest wide lying smiles,

Demonic flaws in a beastly system,

Satan’s emissaries preparing way.

And as a world reflects their terror,

Echoes of self-fulfilling prophesies,

Of superrich men's twisted minds,

They hide away in bunkers of gold,

Emulating warring dictators of old,

Their speed ushering to brutal war,

And their wealth financing its gore,

Fearing their irrelevance and death.