Souls Will Be Bared

A lavish lifestyle this is not.
We've contrived to make every want a need.
Seldom is joy reciprocal,
In this plan to create more mouths to feed.
Oh, why must our time seem like punishment?
So thin-skinned and hollow as a drum.
Burdened, we plan our next appeasement.
Yes, we hope that our kingdom will come.

Ships passing, silent in the night.
This ocean sailed under blackening skies,
Cannot seemingly be navigated,
Until the lachrymal waters rise.
There's no horizon to search for land on,
And the wind has dipped from our sail.
Rudderless, we drift, slow and steady.
Awaiting the next choleric gale.

A cunning card sharp wanes,
When mirrors are the work of a foe.
All hands must be lost,
To the gutter where many minds go.
This fist is clenched tight 'round a penny,
That's change from a bottle we shared.
Poker's as good as a sea voyage,
When the chances are souls will be bared.