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End of Greed


 

So why are we so much the enemy? 
To us and me and even to thee
Do we not want to live? Do we not need to prosper?
Now a days, this world is a disaster.
We just sit and wait, be rude and take. 
Yet we never give, when we see the green we start to rake.
Why are we so fake?
We rake in the want and not the need
We do not see what's real indeed 
God made us real. 
We should be strong!
Have a big heart of steal! 
And love because hate is wrong.
Open your eyes to see what's there. To help and share even your underwear!
Well maybe not your underwear... But u get the deal 
Get out of the dark and change!
the results you will feel!  
Change goes slow but it's effective for real.
 
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