Within their somber suits,
they dance and celebrate.
The world crumbles;
their powers wax.
They are final as death,
eternal as tomorrow.
They believe in their magic,
the force of interest,
and cast its spell
upon us all.
Even the parasite rich
must bow to them.
Around and around they go.
Their dance, their world,
without end.
- mce
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