There is trouble in the household,
An absolute mayhem.
Everything has turned to Midas' gold.
What a wasteful sinful realm.
Avaritia paints the picture: "In the centre sits a well-dressed woman, coins piled up on her lap and with a toad at her feet. C'est Covetousness, the mother of all other vices, resultant of greed."
Hangs above the Inferno, next to the brutalist painting of big fish eating the small breed.
One's life doesn't consist in the abundance of possessions.
Nor does it thrive with aggressions.
The selfless reap the benefits of heavens.
Not the ones who deal in the sevens.