Communist manifesto

He works until his life,

decides to abandon him.

He works until his wife, 

Chooses to hate him.

But they don't mind, 

They'd rather count coins.

Even if he turns blind,

In life and death, Hell, he joins. 

Now his trust is lost,

It's the ones he lost, that he counts.

But his past became frost,

Well in his dreams, he controls the sounds.

But it's the Devil's theory, the one where God was lost in the machinery.

But while they eat his money,

He desires to know his work is worthy.

They took everything, 

And he lost his true way of loving. 

The princes sell his power,

In hopes of getting higher and higher,

Though it is wrong,

I decide to hate him and his song. 

They become his deities,

And blame him for his duties. 

They laugh too loud,

I guess money made them proud.

But it's the Devil's theory, the one where God was lost in the machinery