A symphony of greed resonates in the exchange floors,
where fortunes are played and settled with scores.
The devil's suit is tailor-made, a handmade design,
his fork replaced by interwoven contracts.
In boardrooms and behind the scenes, where secrets unveil,
he negotiates deals in unimaginable currencies.
The economy, a lover in this dance,
sways to the rhythm of risks and opportunities.
Markets pulsate, a golden heartbeat,
while the devil tallies bold and undisclosed profits.
In the currency of dreams, where ambitions are traded,
the devil's ledger, where destinies intertwine.
CEOs dance with shadows by candlelight,
concluding agreements in the darkness of the night.
Illusions take flight, in the devil's domain, where error seems right.
A puppeteer's touch, a maestro in this.
Market rollercoasters, like a wild street ride,
The devil chuckles, on the greed-fueled tide.
Schemes and scams, in the corporate haze,
In the devil's domain, where messages are ablaze.
Working folks grindin', under the devil's grip,
In the chase for the dollar, where dreams often slip.
The devil's deals, a risky street game,
Leavin' folks shattered, in a world without a name.
In the name of their might, the dance endures,
To a different rhythm, the beat of life.