Money
The separation of the world,
it's not at its own!
what makes it wrong,
it's vividly well known
from the bottom of our hearts.
Look at me,
i am a money grubber
who killed my son
to get rich quick!
He was my father whom
i copied to act like mad!
but now i'm alone
looking for a child.
I regret my self for what i did,
but really was bad in the eyes of God,
and the world at large.
Nothing bad in the world,
like killing your friend
for something small,
you can get any time.
Oh! nothing bad like money,
the source of evil and death,
and nothing good like it,
the source of joy.
Money like love,
are more difficult in the world
that needs us all
to be patience like dogs
because they quitted laugh.
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