Ephemeral
The foolish greedy
Their simple minds cannot comprehend lifelessness
They waste the sands of their hourglass
Bankrupting the short lives of others
Chasing after the little green paper that controls the world
The concept of money is a mere illusion-
But the concept of death
And this ephemeral life
Are as genuine as the blood in their veins
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