The clan of angels enturbulate the living determinism of the race of man,
they draw diagrams on paper and call them money;
forcefully lure the race of man to surrender their youth for it,
they force the race of man to buy their food with their money;
they sit down at a good spot and enjoy
watching the race of man come to grief in their gyrating madness.
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forcefully lure the race of man to surrender their youth for it, they force the race of man to buy their food with their money; angels, money, the drawing of it attracting human beings. great imagination and great truths. tony