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Take a breath in this hour of slavery.
Is it not bitter, the taste of greed?
Do not golden hands choke thee,
While supplying materialistic need?
Warned to open your home to fresh air,
For pride surely sufocates reward.
Yet arrogance breeds envy, don't dare,
Neighbors covet, the moment to hoard.
So continued on your path of thievery,
Robbing from youth the sight of altruism,
Contributing the spoils of your sympathy,
While practicing the art of egotism.
And now, as Saint Peter's gates freely oppress,
Your soul bound by smoke of jewels turned to dust,
Would not one step you think regress,
Now knowing the cost of monetary trust?
