capital baptism
money is now your god
and it demands money as praise
your humanity is mutating
you create your own malaise
wealth is your prison
though you don’t see its walls
the invisible bars a construction
of all your cash and cards
you worship at a strange altar
baptised in the font of stocks and shares
heaven and hell are just fluctuations
you live without emotion or care
the rich man and the poor man
when standing side by side
look alike though one has a love for all
the other would buy and sell his backside
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