apropos before it splits

apropos the sun shined , it was paradise
the buds of my senses were about to burst.
I had a thirst for it.

There's talk of a wedding
But beware, in the glare on the hill evildoers are deciding

The ultimate outcome has been defined.
It was all arranged when the third eye of foresight went blind.

In many ways they are like kids in a candy store
Filled with resources they don't intend to pay for

They knew vaguely of Machiavelli's name
and subconsciously carry his flame

They make claim to all and everything in the ground
As well as the best views where undesirables are chased away by hounds.

They hire professors to ghost write op-eds,
to proclaim the superiority of how they were bred

It gives the impression they're almost angels
But there's always a hint of not so fresh mackerel

They claim characteristics celestial
But a peek at the spreadsheet tells the bottom line is bestial.

All their wonders too numerous to fit,
but they were freshmen when they last sharpened their wit.

In these erudite rants
They advise the masters to give the slaves two minutes to chant.

For strategic reasons
And to alleviate their conscience.

In secure areas of course
And an out of sight drone wouldn't hurt, in case there's a resort to force

A technology that would have been loved by Adolph the Chancellor,
Mobile thunder for the underfunded in love with their own valor.

Meanwhile on the other side of paradise I had a thirst for it,
getting into it before it splits.