Lift up the cover,
What do you see?
A swelling level of inequality.
Lift up your eyes,
To what is here,
Wickedness appallingly severe.
This house was built,
With stolen futures,
And the insides filled with greedy users!
But in one day,
And in one hour,
A crash will come like no other.
So, woe to them,
And woe to you,
Woe to the accumulators with righteousness due.
No light will shine,
No music to be heard,
Because God will judge the fractional sorcery occurred.
COMING FORWARD 