Money Poem by Loidz Mythought
Money
Oh, Money, how lucky you are,
To be worshipped, adored like a star.
Loved by all, a power untamed,
Yet in your wake, chaos is named.
Too much of you,
Breeds greed and cruelty,
Too little of you,
Fuels courage, misunderstood yet free.
The hunger for you, endless and vast,
Corrupts the soul, binds it fast.
Where you dwell, darkness may rise,
Turning hearts into devils in disguise.
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