Bones disassemble and blood pulverizes. Tongues still seek the scent of wealth only because they know none but it. Never shall it cease, for you have sold your soul to be under the mercy of cheap papers.
Slavery did not annihilate, for we all worship cheap papers. Cheap Papers rule and make us kill. Cheap Papers rule, and destroy. Cheap paper is and we are not.
All that’s beautiful is untouched. And they go on materializing feelings till they are no longer feelings. Cheap Papers murder the vibrant beat of life within our hearts. And what are we but slaves to obey?
Look at us before we sought the warmth of the dead and were killed too. Long ago, I know, but can you still recollect? Look at us when we once tore Cheap Papers, as we saw them as Cheap Papers; then we were harshly scolded for it. Cheap Papers twisted our necks and broke them. Cheap Papers allured those who were blinded by its luster to be ever falling in its abyss of endless greed.
And what is money but Cheap Papers we gave value until it is now more valuable than us? Once upon a time, we could exist beyond it; but like any other Cheap Papers, it withers, and makes us wither with it