Fingers on the ticker, cash flow in the veins,
Every coin flipped, feeding hunger of the chains.
Digits dance electric, the vault starts to hum,
Keys to the kingdom, where the mortals succumb.

Golden tides rise, under daemon’s reign,
Wealth whispers sharp, slicing through the grain.
Tempted by the glitter, drowning in delight,
Belphegor smiles beneath the city lights.

Markets bow and tremble, economies take a knee,
Threads spun in shadows, tangled destiny.
Ledger ink bleeds secrets from the great divide,
Empires crumble slow when the pact’s signed in pride.

Glitched out symphonies, the numbers collide,
Industrial haze wraps the souls who confide.
Trap doors in gilded halls, wealth’s endless slide,
Echoes of the daemon's laugh, they cannot hide.

Golden tides rise, under daemon’s reign,
Wealth whispers sharp, slicing through the grain.
Tempted by the glitter, drowning in delight,
Belphegor smiles beneath the city lights.

Coins clatter, spinning truths laced with decay,
Fingers trace fortune, slipping further away.
Promises sold cheap under the disco glare,
Belphegor pulls strings, and we’re caught unaware

Belphegor (The Daemon of Wealth)

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