we all failures

The black occult
In Asia through Europe
Many indulge into its craft
Beware of such sects

They come innocently
Telling you about riches
When they know you are hooked
You can't escape; you want more
When money can be made
Human souls gone away

Some use scultpures
Praying as gods of wealth and prosperity
The eyes of fire the sword of blood
“Bow to me your riches will be made!”

We all are failures
Of finding wealth and prosperity
When there is short cut to paradise
We forget advice
We want to enjoy life and its rewards

So open your eyes
Let your mind venture beyond
Know the line of good and bad
It is worth the time and effort
Don't get caught of doing it wrong