Job For A Cowboy

A monetary plague is digging the world into an economic culmination tomb
Sculpted by the cods who have built their throne upon a foundation of
Falsity
An elastic currency uncoils and is extracted from the benumbed lingers of
Millions
Papered bills are lessened as they tarnish with gluttony, a mute nation
Walks blindfolded? elegant symmetry
Let an empire cease to exist, entomb the masses as they persist to resist