Tell Me Money
Tell me about yourself.
Where do you come from.
Where are you going...
To course a fight or make a peace.
You stand at middle.
You know how to spill blood.
And how to buy it back.
Every where you are find,
At light and dark.
HELLO MONEY..........
You are beautiful.
Am happy when I see you.
Satan loves you.
even prophets loves.
NO ONE HATE YOU.
By ndidzulafhi patric munyai
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