Lust
Theraphosa
3:31I am what I have, what I have I become Miser of my time, of my fortune, my wealth The larger is my sight, the more shackled I am A prison of gold, so bright that I am blind Others are a way to acquire A stairway to possessions I am no more Always anxious, always thirsty, starving I need to have, fear to give (slave to Mammon) I am the hand that always takes The hand that never folds (slave to the golden calf) I gain and I keep, I always retain For of my power, I make no usage The hardness of my heart, equals my treasure Never satiated, I'm a void I can't fill To think I control what will one day see me die The illusion of safety in a sand castle I am a fool Always anxious, always thirsty, starving I need to have, fear to give (slave to Mammon) I am the hand that always takes The hand that never folds (slave to the golden calf) Always anxious, always thirsty, starving I need to have, fear to give (slave to Mammon) I am the hand that always takes The hand that never folds (slave to the golden calf)