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The separation of the world, it's not at its own! what makes it wrong, it's vividly well known from the bottom of our hearts. Look at me, i am a money grubber who killed my son to get rich quick! He was my father whom i copied to act like mad! but now i'm alone looking for a child. I regret my self for what i did, but really was bad in the eyes of God, and the world at large. Nothing bad in the world, like killing your friend for something small, you can get any time. Oh! nothing bad like money, the source of evil and death, and nothing good like it, the source of joy. Money like love, are more difficult in the world that needs us all to be patience like dogs because they quitted laugh.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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