The rich can see the end coming, they try to just prolong it
We will all fall and succumb to greed
Money is our hearts desire, give into the devils plan
Flames surround us as we try to escape this hell we have brought upon ourselves
We're just feeding the fire to end our damned world quicker
You maybe famous but your gonna die soon, the big fall awaits
When your scared you call out to your mama who just now shuns you
Thrown away like a piece of trash we all meet the big fall
If we fight through it all we will come back from the ashes to fall again
We all live in a world bent on total damnation and soon to be engulfed by fire
We will all fall and be tossed away like the trash we are
We will all have a big fall, rich or poor, you cannot escape




Your poem flows well, it's intense and alive with some fantastic imagery!

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