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Glory and Gold, Or Love and Life

our days are now numbered as we creep into the years we are raging into the future yet we haven't found the wheel to steer concentrate we must for this world is cold prevailing are the ones that shall stand up so bold when you die , if your name is not carved in stone the only way you shall be remembered is letters on your headstone for of the billions of people in the world of today only few know to live one day as if it is your last for any day your life may be taken in a flash so many people are consumed with money and power how truly valuable is that in our very last hour? we base all our codes on possession of gold yet life is more precious as one grows old will you be remembered for your insatiable greed or will your name be imortal by your unprecidented good deeds? money in this day is more than addictive consumed by it you may turn unexplainably vindictive base your life not on love but by wealth and power yet as the question above clearly states wealth is nothing in a mans last hour

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