Wall Street - Gods

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"- If I have put my trust in gold or said to pure gold, “You are my security,''
- if I have rejoiced over my great wealth, the fortune my hands had gained,
- if I have regarded the sun in its radiance or the moon moving in splendour, so that my heart was secretly enticed and my hand offered them a kiss of homage, then let my arm fall from the shoulder, let it be broken off at the joint. ...." (Job 31, 24 - 27 + 22)

"Plugging deep into their system,
believing all of bankers wisdom.
No one asked me if my greed
was like my clothing - simply posing?
Sucking in what gave me kicks -
grabbing, sucking, feeding, drinking.
One morning in my arms in bed
holding tight - my best friend was dead." (Naemi Joy Neuwaldt + Wolfgang Tonne: Prodigal Song)