Money

Money

A Poem by peacewillconquer

Minds blank
They just keep turning this invisible life crank
But they're scared and don't wanna be taken down by "low-life" drug addicts
In small washed up towns
This s**t isn't even reality you're only seeing the s**t they want you to see
MONEY
we have our own kind of activation
Something they'd rather not partake in
They got MONEY
BLOODY
Murderous rage on every page
What do you think creates this craze?
MONEY
What if this is all a game
We're robots oh what a shame
We're supposed to be the same...

© 2015 peacewillconquer


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Added on September 29, 2015
Last Updated on September 29, 2015