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Late within this certain night, 
Reflections of a friendship gone astray, 
Spiral above my thoughts as I readily ponder
What should be said if I were to speak
One last time to you my old freind

For unlike you, my eyes are not blinded
Nor are they binded, by false illusions
Of money and all it’s endless glories
For unlike you, I see the picture without  
Any false granduer, so very sad

Once, you were a close friend of mine
Now seduced by the allure of green
Intoxicated by money’s promises like rich wine
Ben Franklin is now your best buddy

Therefore, 
Loneliness is your newest  companion
And self-loathing is a constant reminder
Of the things you once had, 

So, have you any peace of mind you’d like to buy? 
Is there any misery you need to sell? 

Sitting there in self-imposed solitude
Engulfed by piercing silence
While your conscience taunts away
Like a chisel picking on a stone
Does your suppressed pangs of remorse
Haunt you as the echoes of the wind
Whale outside the window panes? 
As fond memories over immaterial things
Goes astray like leaves 
Bustling away in the wind

Sensations of being better than everyone
Causes self-gloating, but does Andrew Jackson
Smile back at you in agreement, or is it sympathy? 
Does all of Abe Lincolns’ reassurances
Fill the void of emptiness slowly burning away inside,

So, have you any happiness you’d like to buy? 
Is there any sorrow you need to sell? 

There was a time were you found yourself
Confiding in me, your past
A life of suffering and of pain
Inflicted by heartless persons upon
Which everlasting scars prevail

But now, you bow down to the green god
And in your prayers, what price will
Be the heal all for your wounds
One thousand, 
Ten thousand, 
Perhaps twenty
For this is what you conceive
To be the solution for all

I see the matter for what it is
Within time, perhaps those false visions
Of sun driven fields of prosperity
Shall be overlapped by dark clouds
And drenched by the fierce rain of reality,

Then, you will decide, 
Which is the greater of two evils
What having money turns you into
Or the things sacrificed for it’s attainment
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