Money was invented to establish civilization
Yet, instead, it has contaminated sociaty with corruption.
It has distorted our values, and put a price on everything.
It's in our nature to dream;
To wish for a better life,
Or to desire, just a bit
Of that little green magic
That magic that makes the world go round.
This peerless jewel of ruin
That if fallen in the wrong hands,
Could only bring chaos.
It is the key to Heavens door
For those who breath in its allure.
Arousing the soul of every man
Who stands upon this fallen world.
Envy's father and ambition's mother
The hunger and thirst for more
That causes betrayal
Amongst the greatest of friends.
Just for a taste.
Saul Diaz
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