The all mighty oppressor​

Green sheets that flicker too fast to see
Head spinning at the sight,
Sinners slipping through sweaty palms
All hail the green’s might.

The clatter of coins
Slipping from the unclasped​ purse,
Rusting gold and silver pilling
Slicing your skin as you lie upon the curse.

Hazing screen flickering on and off
Numbers blurring into minus,
Sweat and blood syphoned to the god
Whose licks you clean with slyness.

 

Mighty

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