What is this you see before you
This vision of a thought
A crack in an idea
Spawned from naught
Between money and god
Where money is success
And god is hope
But money be success
Yet of a different sort
And god possess your wanted thoughts
Yet leaves you with no worth
In peoples eyes 

That is the one thought
The thought of despair
The thought of sorrow suffering its evangelical snare
Leaving yourself less as a whole 

But that is what you see
That is the vision
And that is your fate
If god change it not