An empire of dust, built on a lack of trust

Ill-fated inheritance, with no substance

Hereditarily cursed, with an insatiable thirst

For riches untold, allowing all else to implode

Not even gaining, the whole world or retaining

Her own soul, It was her own future she stole

And her children’s, who are far from heathens

They all believe, praying for everlasting reprieve