Mammon Prt 2
In hot pursuit men chase in circles
Round the same cage of illusion
The desperation of money within
Drives them headlong
Like mad dogs without a leash
Mindlessly plunging into the ditch
They miserably fall from suicide hills
Intoxicated with the wine of deceit
This sultry goddess
Takes her pound of flesh
Hell is excited because she is present
A faithful witness to the fall of a giant
Fallen headlong into the valley of death
Overtaken by her beguilement
Drinking his blood in Ecstasy
Sucking his sinews in rhapsody
Her bloody teeth glitters in satiety
Attesting to the taste of his adversity
Clothed in diamonds, silver and gold
She gathers every drop of his wealth left ashore
One who was known as stinkingly rich
Now goes to his grave, most poor of all
Though she leased him a casket of gold
She reaped it at the welcome party of his soul
He finds his spirit floating into sheol
Into everlasting habitations of Hells abode
Hot and fiery, fierce and stifling
The grip of demons loosed not their hold.
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This is the end of every Mammon quest; a lost soul in a leased casket of gold. So let's continually evaluate what our treasure is and in what our treasure lies, then shall we choose wisely avoiding the disguised grave of hell. Placing our treasure in Christ and reaping eternal life.
Matthew 6:21
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