Last night I wrote a vent piece and posted it here. Nothing too serious but just wanted to get my thoughts out. Got alot of good advice and an abundance of ideas. To spark my interest back into life I wrote a poem to reflect my thoughts
Pray to the Tower of Infinite Growth,
Where devotion bestows your soul,
Rewarded to indulge in scraps of echelons above.
Feed the beast of avarice, and let the world invest in nothing.
As the unchaperoned seek a divine fault,
Unable to teach that through each atom's dance,
Is found connection of interlaced cosmic flow.
Designed faith bargained around wealth's illusion,
Festering boundless to a finite scale,
As Cults seance for entangled visions,
Calculating algorithmic charts.
Unraveling the spectre of humanity.
Crusading for a final number, to call God,
Primal alarms ingrained our souls,
Indulging in disreality, surely it can be satiated.
False profits rule the world