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Phoenician Proverb

“An ill of greed has befallen the land,” “A quickening sickness which seeks to prey…” “Where wealth accumulates and men decay.”
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Written by
david-john-mowers
43 / M
Published
Jun 9, 2016
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5·21
Notes

I WANT TO BE VERY CLEAR HERE..I DID NOT WRITE THIS. IT WAS WRITTEN ON A TWO THOUSAND YEAR OLD PIECE OF STONE ON DISPLAY IN JORDAN BELIEVED TO BE PHOENICIAN.

All I did was change the synonyms to make them modern.

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#philosophy#job#jordan#arabs#bookofjob#phoenicians#bible#phoenicianproverb#greed#oligarchy
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