Bankers beware if you really care.
Heaven insists that you must share.
People suffer from pain and cry
like those trapped in underground lair.
Well paid tools, who play the bad guy,
continue to live in despair.
Pity those whose jobs is to spy.
‘God’ of men’s money do not scare.
You should ask yourselves why you lie
and wonder why life is unfair.
You keep questioning as to why
your answers are not always there.
Truth is somewhere you can’t deny
for most of you are unaware.
Your hope is here when angels fly
as God hears your loving prayer.
When ‘All-Eye’ blinks, you may all die.
Levels meet and part on the square.
From here and now, Flynn’s says goodbye
to her angel with long black hair.
Third attempt at combining ghazal and dark (with hard to find rhymes)…
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Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!