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Mani Money Mani
by yeloh sun

Manifested Manipulation...of Mindz...
Mainly Many Focused..
eyez on the coin-of-hocus
Concentration merely lost...like
Souls wandering about the earth
Searchin’...yet death is found
To be the path we all seek
When life gets wasted ...without
Even waisting time to think...
Twice when money speaks...
Easily...we get, manipulated with less
Guilt of outcomez. From a rotten...
Inside - thoughts...that derive - faulted
Lots deviled...the temple with
Selfish acts of gettin’ rich
Mistaking finance for wealth...
fettish facts...spreding to each
Many individualz unknowing of the self...
realisationz...a freaky - truth
Others tend to ignore...by buying
Illusion theories...you meet reality...
Check your mates...point views...
When bank cards can propose...bonds
Between...the love exclaimed of most
Haters of life...buy the fun soon
To end...yet maybe left behind.
For generations to come.

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