SEDUCTIVE SHACKLES

The allure of material wealth, a heartless design
A key to unlock mysteries, yet a path to decline
It brings fleeting joy, crushing downfall, or madness
Luring you to your demise or leaving you in a daze

Mankind crafted money but soon became its slave
Enslaved by greed, an insatiable, ruthless crave
Now, a means of survival, where status is defined
You're either predator or prey, forever aligned

Mankind elevated money to a god, prioritizing wealth
Over life itself, sacrificing humour, and wholesome health
They accepted a demon-built world, not of destruction
But chaos, where love's lost its affection

Beware, people, be cautious and wise
Money is death, the grim reaper's investment
Happily awaiting its next victim, with patience and guile
Money indulges in mysterious things, a double-edged trial

Yet, it can be a source of blessings, a divine design
But only when humans know how to use it with wisdom and restraint in mind
Does it end well, or does wicked nature prevail?
The choice is ours, as we navigate life's fragile sail

Money is just a transaction, a human-made refrain
Money, money, money, our daily haunting strain
Without it, we can't acquire all we desire
A constant reminder of our deepest, most profound fire.