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Minute by minute

Minutest of the molasses

They were warm and wild

Wise and Wicked

Coalmines were nearby

I could carry them in palms

Palms full of fury and fiery sweat

We have built a blast furnace

It has been there for years

We have been burning for years

When coals burn, they turn into ashes and gold

When we burn, we turn into tears and wisdom

I see a God makling towers of Babel and Eiffel

God is man, man is God

God is hidden somewhere in men

God is hidden somewhere in mean

God is hidden somewhere in misery

God is hidden somewhere in molasses

Why should I see God?

Why should I lest wish to see God?

Why should I miss a God?

Why should I miss men around?

Why should I miss anything at all?

Do I have a fire in the nether lands?

My heart is sulky and silky

It is travelling and in a tough weather

It is oscillating and made of rough feathers

It is scintillating and full of sweat and salt

I run into all sort of chasm

I run into a fuming and odorless crucible of lava

I run into a fishing boat with hanging clouds above

I run into splitting ocean and a bloody harvest

I am dry, naked, messed up, ruined and rustic in numbers

I know only about a desire to dry the soul

It is raining for years and years to come

A day is on the roll, time is flexing its muscles

I know how much I earn and how much I labor

I know how much I deserve and how much I labor

I know how much I deserve and how much I produce

I know how much I desire and how much I produce

It is all hinged to a few rolling coins

We all flip the coins, We all chase our luck

We know that coins and papers makes money

Do we know why we need money?

Do we know where do we make money?

Are you minting money or money minting your salt?