His light shineth out of zion. Its a currency battle of bits and chips. Dreams of dollars, visions of vices. Of self, mine, and me. Attuned to sound, receptive to vibration. Dancing in creation, alive and living in iration. This is what I and I receive from thee. The poor feel the prick , with corrupt needles they stick. Sucking as vampires, using viens like wires. Ticketing and taxing is their technique. From which the people cannot flee. Of self,mine, and me.