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Now, because MAMMON has no heart, not even a heart of stone, the demon looked upon THE FLESH of THE MAN, and THE BLOOD of THE MAN, which dripped from the hand of MAMMON; and with a callous demeanor, MAMMON explained, “I now hold in my hand, all of the seeds of your RIGHTeousness, and all that is LEFT for you, shall be the seeds of my corruption. Your new name shall be PROFIT. I have LEFT a crucifix at the end of your name, for you shall still pretend to speak for THE SAVIOR, and you will sacrifice greatly for my benefit. You are now my slave, for it is written, “NO ONE can serve both GOD and MONEY.” And so, in horror, THE MAN tried to escape THE CAPITOL of the world, and HE crawled towards the gates of THE CAPITOL, on HIS hands, and HIS knees, in great pain, leaving behind HIM a trail of HIS own blood, which poured from HIS ruptured manhood. But, when THE MAN reached the gates of THE CAPITOL, HE saw that the gates had shrunk to the size of the eye of a needle, and HE could not escape; and so, THE PROFIT of MAMMON turned over, and wept at the gates, and looked around, but could not see any trees, or birds, or oceans, but only walls of concrete, and steel, which made a prison for HIM. Below HIM, was no longer the dust of THE EARTH, but only hot asphalt. Above HIM, was no longer HEAVEN, or THE STARS of the firmament, but only the HALOGEN LIGHT of MAMMON. There was no mist sprouting from THE EARTH, as in the early days of creation, before THE RAIN, but only THE STONE of MAMMON. THE AIR turned to thick smog, so that THE MAN could hardly breathe, or see; and MAMMON thrust a puppet string of fiber optic wire into the forehead of THE MAN, and the throat of THE MAN, so that THE PROFIT could influence others from inside of HIS new prison. And so, a multitude of kingdoms were the puppets of the PROPHIT, and THE PROFIT was the puppet of MAMMON.

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