In all born creatures,
Mammon plants a seed,
A demand in every soul,
An utter selfish need.
She knows she doesn't need these things,
Just distractions, from material,
But the game of aquiring
Has put her under spell.
She delights in taking from others,
Delights in her pure power.
The world has made her richer,
She grows stronger by the hour.
She wants, she needs, she must own,
She gives up nothing, from her throne.
Every penny saved she sees
A greater status gained.
Every new name learned,
Society has her raised.
Every extra possession,
A perfect little comfort.
Every meaningless day,
Her screaming soul is unheard.
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