My Fir$t LoveA Poem by Lyrical LoveCollaboration from CYNTAX & LYRICAL LOVEThe root of all evil is so necessary,
January's rent gets us all through February. We're all faith-based but currency's priority, If I shouldn't worship dollars, then God, why torture me? For everything...there is a particular price.
Like my Son-Can you pay with your life? While in preparation for the next step. Hold the rope... watch the risers-look down, upon your brother's neck. Do we really make sacrifices? Either 401ks or contributing to life's vices. Hypocrites with fat pockets or prayers for wealth, Is it God or co-payments that give us health? Currency by weight was the testament of old,
What's cash without "the man" telling us our worth?
Asses, land, and oils replaced with silver and gold. Digging in the grasses, you'll always find false prophecy Mailing 200.00 weekly, with hopes of a new democracy. In the end, we worship what doesn't even exist, Just numbers on a screen or green papers in a tight fist. What's life without the Lord getting us through birth?
Stand strong and place monetary value where it is due,
Listening to what's above... Not that distorted view. Short-changed and cheated, an economy failed... The real Power from God is NOT for sale. © 2008 Lyrical LoveFeatured Review
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