Materialistic entities surround you day and night,
You've been bred for obsession
A love of money is integral for success,
Monetary gain the only way to portray an ambition.
You wander aimlessly through all the Earth,
Wasting away on your mansions and your Armani---
Don't you get too cozy
In your lovely
Leather couch and
Suede boots, for
He who made
Them for you is
Watching your
Disuse and your
Comfort and your
Sloth and He is
Preparing your
Penance for a life
Of leisure. Donate
While you still can,
While you're not---
While you are---
While you exist---
While you disintegrate,
Into the air, which
Was not made from
Money---it won't help
You now