Fell greed begot by man, by men in numbers
lost control of themselves, became wasted
needed to fill the fell void, the darkness
in twisted desire, seeking without thinking
thinking without caring, without compassion
grinning to grow beyond the individual
striving towards a green light called dollars
Dollars become numbers, become control
Control our lives, take away our spirit
Numbers, so contemplated, become control
green light turns greed to control
lost our spirits in the mathy green light
gave it up for control, for responsibility
lost the spontaneity, lost the caring
gave it up for a better life, they said
then turned the better life into making math
math was numbers in green light,
copulating with greed, carressing greed
taking greed and growing, losing sight
perpetual motion of growth, of stagnation
where the dream shrivels and dies
where the germs grow and grow, and infect
now the whole pond smells, stinks of filth
no more insects grow and fly away
only the germs grow now, without compassion
devouring, eating, less and less they became
trying to fill up, ate one another to grow
became empty and wondered why they stank so
lied, told one another it was a good smell
and they could grow without thinking again
In Loving Memory: Mat Hyuin
Father, Sister, Mother, Brother - Lost to us before his time
To grow within a wonder Only to allow the real world in To let the greed of our time steal it all away... Go back to the spirit Alison
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I love the anagram! Humanity! Indeed there does sometimes seem to be a blight upon humanity. Where is it headed? Wherever he goes, we wish Mat Hyuin the best!