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The dealers in fear now are revealed,  

Caught hot foot in their revels,

As they dance daintily,  

The brightly jewelled devils,

Amongst the worshipful ranks of the dazzled

And the terminally dumb.

They, the once nameless,  

The string pullers all,

Basking in the light of our shameless submission  

And our sickly, self destroying, fawning.

These are our slaughter man gods,

Staggered by their own affrontery,  

Their crimes, unthinkable, unthought,

But not undone.

We must one day awaken and pay them,

In full measure,  

For all that which they are owed,

For though the Babel towers,

Mammon's massifs of steel,

May well distort

And like the great Redwoods,  

All one day fall,

Victims of: the storm, the quake,

The unthought-of load.

By mere accident,  

Or the fierce and fickle trickeries of fate,

They simply don't implode!