My Struggle
I am a sober man in the land of drunkards.
Dollars flood my streets.
Prices are empty as the happiness found in whiskey.
All around me I see voices amplified by these dollars
Like those filled with happy spirits
I know the overdose is coming
I know the hangover will be fierce
I have seen the real drunkards and addicts.
Their bodies weak and their eyes dead
Their families broken and their souls wrecked
I have ministered to these lost spirits.
How do I minister to those gripped by the dollar?
How do I survive in a world where I must depend on economic alcoholics?
My voice feels small. There are no ears to hear me.
My influence is failing. There is no one who pays attention.
All our wasted and intoxicated.
No one knows how to speak of value without dollars.
Gold is at an all time high (in dollars)
Silver is on the rise (in dollars)
Bitcoin has been the most successful asset of all time (in dollars).
All lies. All empty. All signals that lead to endless and pointless speculation.
The madness of the addict has been conjured all around me.
He drinks but is never satisfied. He hates himself.
How long, O Lord, will you let this go on?
How long will you allow the dollar to be the voice of value?
I love my world and wish to see it prosper.
I rise in righteous anger against all the lies and deceit.
Raise me up so that I might teach your people wisdom.
Elevate my voice so that I might show people value.
May I be the start of the era where men once again return to you and seek your kingdom.
May that era be a return to reason and a return to faith
So that your name may be praised above all names!
Amen.
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