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She was born into the poor Ravaged by the rich Grew up wanting more Bypassed money for the Knowledge Itch- money Can't buy Happiness She learned on her Own- Money is a self Sensation, That's when you Learn you are Alone. Because Greed has shook The foundations Of good creation I've learned being indigent is a whole- Some sensation. I'd rather Have N O Th Ing- going into My Lord's Realm- then looking Up from a cave, Asking for dios mercy, By my own greediness Being trapped inside of Hell. Hombres y mujeres Choose their choices Here, the hereafter is Where you meet your Master- whether the God Of whom you've rejected, Or the winged one who You don't fear. So you can Wipe away your tears- Or forgot dios, squeeze Down a beer, get busy giving To other's- or get greedy by Your own mirror. The making Is Y O U R O W N T H E making is Clear.
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 10:42 AM UTC
Avaricious or altruistic
She was born into the poor Ravaged by the rich Grew up wanting more Bypassed money for the Knowledge Itch- money Can't buy Happiness She learned on her Own- Money is a self Sensation, That's when you Learn you are Alone. Because Greed has shook The foundations Of good creation I've learned being indigent is a whole- Some sensation. I'd rather Have N O Th Ing- going into My Lord's Realm- then looking Up from a cave, Asking for dios mercy, By my own greediness Being trapped inside of Hell. Hombres y mujeres Choose their choices Here, the hereafter is Where you meet your Master- whether the God Of whom you've rejected, Or the winged one who You don't fear. So you can Wipe away your tears- Or forgot dios, squeeze Down a beer, get busy giving To other's- or get greedy by Your own mirror. The making Is Y O U R O W N T H E making is Clear.
jessica-packer
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 10:42 AM UTC
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