The Illusion of Money

September 4, 2013

What point is there to believe and trust

To think that nothing is greater that it

The world believes its religion

Greed, power, control, luxury

What is the value of blood compared to such an idol

Nothing but an illusion as old as reality

And yet it takes up several forms

none are equal, if so, not for long

The world's destructor and redeemer

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