I want, and therefore I need
Instant gratification begets moralities for greed
We trade justice for just us and a handful of feed
Stuff coffers, but not ours, with these misguided seeds
If only through moans be we had cut down these weeds
Before they had sprouted into black twisted trees
And overshadowed us with our own damaged creed
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