Well, isn't it funny?

Funny that this money,

That drives us all to greed,

Is all an evil deed.

An evil deed that feeds,

Off our wants and needs.

Spreading just like weeds,

Planting all its seeds.

It runs our life, it causes strife.

Just end it all, and watch us fall.

Into a state of being; a being where we're seeing... 

What's behind our hearts, and where the real love starts.

- September 27, 2009

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