Endless revolting turmoil,
Churning green clasp,
Knowing only a few brave souls,
Will ever break free its grasp.

Materialistic instinct,
Outweighing spiritual needs,
Slowly, silently, bereft of any warning,
It gorges on its feed.

For only just a moment,
To know the joyous relief,
Of passionate enlightenment,
Unquestioning belief.

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