Slaves To Money
Why are our minds slaves to money? Shiny phones, lots of gold and large amounts of dough,
automobiles and garments. Singing deep in our souls “I want the money, cars and the
clothes”. Wishing for the day when cash is sent there way, I believe most people would call
that one of there, most happiest days.
Money, feel weak without it. Powerful with.
Money will take you all over the globe, sun sets in Thailand to habana cigars in Cuba, from
Sri Lanka to the U.K to attempt to make a lot more money just in the dream of not to be
another poor sunny.
But without wealth you’re wedged by the limitations of your environment which you breathe
and the lack of resources in your neighbourhood. Money has a lot of power in this world.
Which we are slaves to.
Tallan J Bent (c) 20.05.2010 23:22Hrs
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