Money
Money to some its like honey
Sweet in abundance
Like a pot of gold
To others it corrupts a man soul
Drives him to insanity
Where his mind is not his own
Money is the devil tool
Mans obsession his weakness and his damnation
Money definitely has a mind of its own
It doesn't want to be kept or owned
Money circulates it builds
It tears down
Money if you are not careful
It will make you it's own.
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