There used to be a man. He fought bravely for what he believed in. One day he was fighting but got injured and could no longer fight. He decided to become a pastor at his Church,.
A while after, he began to realize that he missed he missed the high, the rush, of fighting. So he began to look for ways to get that feeling back. He found it and began to hoard money.
I miss killing people, what else could possibly satisfy me?
Time went on and he stayed in his hypocritical ways. He preached of the dangers of the 7 sins and rehearsed the Ten Commandments during the day. During the night, he would look around for forgotten coin and keep it for himself, finding his high in greed and having gold be his God before God.