Time was when the Will was fallen

But the Wit was erect.

Then Satan sent Capital

To rectify that defect.

Now, Wit is bonded to owner Will

In lucrative pursuit,

Keeping conscience at decent length

When a bargain is afoot.

Not till an exhausted mother earth

Comes to a final halt

Is Wit’s surrender to Will’s delight

Set to somersault.

And then there will be neither earth,

Nor bewitching market place,

No chips, seductions, stocks and shares

Only Damnation’s terrified face.

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