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Broker's Prayer

The Lord is my Broker
I cannot make enough
 
He maketh me lie down in green currency
He leadeth me to Mutual Funds
He restorth my Equity
 
He leads me down the path of selfishness and greed
For the name sake of the ‘Almighty Dollar’
 
Yeah, thou I invest in the shadowy valley of complex bonds and questionable securities  
I fear no Bankruptcy  
For if I default
Bailouts will comfort me
 
My Broker preparath for me a table of decadence in the presence of my peon employees.
 
You have anointed me with unsecure inflated oil speculations.
My portfolio runneth over.  
 
Surely the SEC nor the IRS will investigate or audit me.
 
I shall dwell in the exclusive County Club of 1%rs forever and ever
 
AIM-MEN
 
Now let's have the children recite their bedtime prayer.
 
No I pay me
Dow to reap
 
To the calf of Gold
My investments keep
 
If I should default  
Before my take
 
I’ll sell my soul
To the Devil, cheap
 
God Bless, Mommy, Daddy and Mitt Romney  
Atm!
 
By far the largest, most powerful religion in the world, is the ‘Cult of the Golden Calf.’  Where money is God, and the high priests of the 1% rule with insatiable greed. The ‘Cult of the Golden Calf,’ predates most other faiths and its influence can be found in nearly all of them.  So the next time you read your money’s motto, “In God We Trust,” know that the God they speak of is the Golden Calf that has grown into a demonic bull.
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