Under luxury bells

Unsung desires

in the lobbies of hell

The century dawns

where our minds never dwell

A cinnamon throat

sweet, sugary death,

the wickedest rest

under luxury bells

Providing embrace

to the bringers of wealth

the snow and the spring

where the property fell

The innocent stock

of the holiest trade

an altar of sweat

where the sinners parade

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