With spring around the corner
The ground still sodden from the last downpour
And frosty nights with black ice on highways
God's footing is as unsure
As man's trust in today's banking system
The one thing the Almighty is confident about
Is another Ponzi scheme. A Garden of Eve.
And there he plants a new tree. Again. And again.
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