Atlantis, in its prime, is yet to fall:
Liquidity deluge will put it under.
Excessive leverage, a major margin call,
X-files, peace debts, a nation torn asunder -
A litany of the presumptuous land
Negates its power, so brashly wielded.
Defaced by the unscrupulous and bland,
End days of age we still describe as gilded:
Remember these, for they shall quickly pass,
Knots on a thread, the work of busy Parcas.
An antebellum lull, a whiskey glass,
Delusions propping up the worldly carcass,
A fluid tune to soothe the restless mind,
Keepsakes of glory days and fateful flukes…
Illuminatus, seek and thou shalt find
New truth that spells ex Oriente lux.