Wrapped in chains of gold and silver you coke on your diamonds that you so needed.
Trapped in a sea of paper and false dreams, written all over this paper is the suffering of humans.
Those who have always drive and fight for more, it is no different in the lives of those who do not have. Cold is all these splendors that man has deemed "valuable". Those who's lives are fueled by the want of riches and ease have there hearts turn cold and their souls turned too demons, leaving only a skeleton of a human. They poison the lives of others with their greed choking away happiness and rot the minds of the young. Justified by the word "need"  is how this treachery is allowed to work, but to fill this need one must feast on the need of others taking what gives them life, happiness and dreams. Death and pain is the only thing to come from this greed for the parasites driven by this greed can only fill their cup through the theft of others necessites and happiness, but never can their cup be too full. These creatures would laugh and be marry no matter the way they receive their riches, even if it was to have molten gold poured over their bodies or diamonds driven in their bones. Tainted is wealth and want for it only deteriorates the part of the mind that keeps us from becoming beast and fiends.