Money

by Princey star angel   May 11, 2013


It was said that money is the rule of all evil In my point of view it's just the people they like being evil.

They go out and take and most of the time when they take they end up in a body bag surrounded by yellow tape.

the money don't kill them it be they mind, they leave the earth in peace but they moma left all alone sitting in the church crying.

she on her knees screaming asking god why he let them take her only child she trying to stay strong because she gotta take care of her grand child.

Having him is still like having her son he a spitting image of him gotta smile just like him and its brighter then the sun.

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