Mammon Deep:

Fiend & wit.
Schemes & nips.
Baits to get bites by the lit few who move like the heavenly mist.
Oh the tricks thee play to slay to feed.
The need to appease.
Breathe with Breathe.
Shake my heavenly tree.
Stout with learn.
Delayed by yearn & thirst for luxury.
The ugly dream if claimed by maim
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