Money
A horrendous face
Under a smiling mask
In many ways comes it
Metal, Paper, Digital
Causing all problems
Solving all problems
The greatest deceiver
Cleaning and creating messes
A real illusion
Turning brother against brother
And sister against the other
Demanding to be used
In whatever manner it deems fit
But only those with a strong will
Have the power to master it
But even these strongs
Sometimes fall to the lust of its beauty
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