Money drives the evil thought,
Always trying to outdo others by the things we bought.
When and Why did it come to this?
Family is second now:no more hugs, smiles or kisses
Need to understand you cannot take it when you go.
What happens next? Last breath and blinks are slow.
That money was never a true friend-
The greed for life is shorten and all materials soon come to an end.
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