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Jul 2012
A different mindset,
A clock that’s timeless,
Nothing matters in this reverse reality,
Murders and suicides,
The increasing numbers of fatality.
Among the rich,
The poor mean nothing,
When the wealth goes down,
The rich go crumbling.
****** into poverty,
The mindsets change,
Careless thoughts begin to rearrange.
The clock that’s timeless,
Begins to tick,
The people of once wealth,
Laid down with the rest of the cold and sick.
Reverse reality’s crash down for some,
With devastation still left to come,
The poor left to teach,
What the rich have yet to learn,
Money has no value,
And it will always burn.
Needy hands reach out for savior,
The taste of wealth an unknown flavor.
Samm Smith
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Samm Smith  22/F/Texas
(22/F/Texas)   
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