Even the
Earth knows well the market must Align itself with something more than
greed. Ravenous monsters on the future feed, Their fangs ripping at Earth's
delicate crust. How might one profit from an empty
sea, Drawing dividends from dying streams? Although one might find riches at the
seams, Yet none will prosper once the Earth is
scree.
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