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David Opu
David Opu had more money than money could buy. He lived his life wanting more, he was corrupted by a lie. That money can make you happy and tuck you in at night. That money replaces love, forget wrong and right. What David didn't understand is that we are all connected in a symbiosis of Earth. If he would have learned that he might have saved his net worth. The recession was bad, still David wasn't losing money. But business without profit was anything but funny. David called for layoffs, so that profits would soar. And fired so many, yet he still wanted more... He rode about town in his black limousine, What happened next is easily foreseen. When David got out, Bob Roach was waiting. Bob was a disgruntled ex-employee there was no debating. Bob pulled out a knife, and stabbed David in the gut. David fell to the ground like a wounded, forgotten, dirty mutt. And he lay on that pavement, bleeding in the warm sunshine. A victim of circumstance, fresh out of time. David died on that sidewalk, his life over in blink, A living testament that we're all part of the same link. By Joseph DeMarco
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