I am what I have
What I have I become
Miser of my time
Of my fortune, my wealth
The larger is my sight
The more shackled I am
A prison of gold
So bright that I am blind
Others are a way to acquire
A stairway to possessions
I am no more
Always anxious, always thirsty, starving
I need to have, fear to give (Slave to Mammon)
I am the hand that always takes
The hand that never folds (Slave to the golden calf)
I gain and I keep
I always retain
For of my power
I make no usage
The hardness of my heart
Equals my treasure
Never satiated
I’m a void I can’t fill
To think I control what will one day see me die
The illusion of safety in a sand castle
I am a fool
Always anxious, always thirsty, starving
I need to have, fear to give (Slave to Mammon)
I am the hand that always takes
The hand that never folds (Slave to the golden calf)
Always anxious, always thirsty, starving
I need to have, fear to give (Slave to Mammon)
I am the hand that always takes
The hand that never folds (Slave to the golden calf)
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