Category : Poems

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The craving of money
Havoc it creates 
It distorts and deforms the view of life
Days are wasted trying to get ahead
You run on a wheel without knowing
And the controlling hand laughs while changing the game

No way to win 
Without losing your soul
Sign in blood and all will be well
But, underneath you know it’s not right

Love and give and feel the connection all God’s creatures share
Money is a tool to use
People are not tools to gain money 
Life is a free gift from God
Don’t pay to play the game