Money
They say money is the root of all evil
But without money our dream would crumble
To man money is the path to all reason
With or without it we won't be humble
These colourful papers could tame the system
A world where the rich strive
Only the poor would be the victim
Mankind would struggle to survive
Money and man is like chemistry
They slide together no penalty
You can't have money without jealousy
Broken bonds would damage you mentally
Money can move mountain
Or switch your heart to nothing
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