Money And It's Slave
Birds die for prey
People die for money
Money's charisma slave people
It's power cater each heart to supple
Not careful you will beg as ego chill
Some avarice sell their soul to hell
To some life is easy because of money
So pretty a relationship is sweet as honey
I never told that fiat money people worship
Not even a slight of human pride stop a soul grip
For money rule the world of lust and praise
As human behavior degrading now abase.
Copyright © Hugo Sarvida Jr. | Year Posted 2024
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