Money has separated man from its humanity.  Materialistic things are what defines the value of people now, not the quality of their character. Finances take precedence over life itself. Such a shame you can't even die without paying a dime. The significance of existence is neglected for the fabricated actuality built upon the greed of men. The world would rather see it's own end, as the need to free the lost from the hold they have on themselves grows. Vaults lined with emerald papers folded, locked away from the empty souls from which they were stolen. This incessant race only ends in tragedy, as blank stares neglect compassion.