Sin of a Stockbroker
of birds and wings shall i take off in flight
and kiss the sky before i meet the end
i must admit this is a haunting height
that cause my knees to tremble and to bend
yet i shall sail for seconds like a kite
while losing gravity as i descend
if money makes a man, than i am yoke
wealth not to live...i'll greet the Devil broke
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