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Roots of Evil


I won't allow money to be my barrier

To hurt my soul and deepen my pain

Money makes the world go round

It can't run me nor my soul

I will stand tall

I am not a business

I am human

I control my money

Money cannot conrol me

The root of all evil

Some will do anything for it

I won't

I am not a business

I am human

 

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