Our mother grows angry
Retribution will be swift
We squander her soil and suck out her sweet black blood to burn it
We turn money into God and salivate over opportunities to crumple and crinkle our souls for that paper, that gold
Money has spent us
Taken without credit from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig. This is a book, but more interesting is the collection of video essays on the YouTube channel https://www.youtube.com/@obscuresorrows .
Here: https://xkcd.com/503/