He who found peace in his industry
He who invested all season
He who’s as free as a company
He who grew tired of the ocean
Shall inherit the fruit of this tree
He shall rebrand the fruits of my tree
He shall make wealth for his vision
He shall be lord of his company
He shall reap jewels all season
And reek of flowers and industry
Blessed be death of my ocean!
Blessed be oil of the ocean!
Blessed be feller of the tree!
Blessed the blind eyes of your vision!
Blessed the staff of your company!
Blessed the pineapple season!
Hail to the angel of industry!
Hail to the demon of industry!
Hail to the waste in the ocean!
Hail to the place where once stood the tree!
Hail to your drug-induced vision!
Hail Mary mother of company!
Mother will return next season.
Mother whom I lost last season
Mother of wimps in the industry
Mother who’s losing her vision
Mother of he who was nailed to a tree
Mother who’s somewhere deep in the ocean
Dead to the warmth of your company
Your son shall inherit the company
And remain for many a season
The prodigal son of the industry
Shall rise along with the ocean
Earth shall be stripped down to the last tree
This is the fruit of your vision
Himaya! The season of industry!
Did your company thrive in the ocean?
Ah! Vision of he who’s nailed to the tree