"Weird how sometimes people around us can "sell their beliefs" in need to fulfill their desires and greed. But whats even worse and hypocritical is that we let it all happen even though we don't approve of it. How we can see and calculate our gains from someone else's losses is really a flaw we all need to get out of- let it rub off in time. But what if we never grow out of it?
What if we unknowingly remain to be hypocrites, having opinions of our own, which we can never execute?"
The Highest Bid Wins
Seated in your high chair,
Looking over buyers of your soul.
In the web of trading is split,
in parts of what remained whole.
Its your set-up show,
Where you sell your beliefs,
You auction your soul.
The Highest bid wins.
Letting go of what you've
nurtured all your life.
You've taken a step way too far.
When desire has outplayed passions.
When you sell them all in the darkest hour.
Outpouring bids made to call,
when all contradicting reasons fail.
You're robbed of your own face.
Your soul is on sale.
Its your set-up show,
Where you sell your beliefs,
You auction your soul.
The highest bid wins.
Behind those masked bidders,
maybe even I'm there.
Trying to save up
One charred fragment of you,
that's better left stored,
When giving up is all you do.
But even the smallest fraction of that raped soul,
I cant afford.
The Highest Bid Will Win...
