Why trade one life of opulence for an eternity in hell
To self exclude yourself from nirvana where only angels dwell
The trinkets that you feast upon
Will stick within your craw
You are loathsome sick already but still you grasp for more
Contempt upon your will to power
We feel you'll never know
The value of a tiny flower or every flake of snow
For gold and diamonds call you
If you could only hear
The alchemy of sutras
But you are nowhere near !
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