There be dragons

I'm walking among dragons, hoarding generations of wealth and standing on the bones of the freshly passed. They exhale fire and contempt, the familiar bonds of blood are regarded as a curse - for the poor have only love to spend, and they do not value such exchanges.
Dragons root their values in the economy rather than Christ.  They boast of pensions and properties as they split checks and look down their long smoke filled nostrils.  The scales over their eyes are imbalanced in their perception and reflections.
The Dragons make war with those that hold to the testimony of Jesus and the commands of God, with all the love of the heartless,  with all the flames of societal purgatory