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May 2016
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.
A Lopez
Written by
A Lopez  Mexico city, mexico
(Mexico city, mexico)   
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