Me makes money, then, Money makes ME.For the mistakes done and sins committed
There is no escaping and no forgiveness,
Every dawn and dusk mark your fate
Actions taken in the present shape one's future,
Lust for the paper money instigates such heinous crimes
Self proclaiming humans themselves bury humanity six feet under,
They fear themselves so much that they try and hide
These deceased bodies cause the soul to suffocate inside.
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