Money Poem by Samael Wolf
Money
Is not evil in itself
the people that claw
for it are
it is a means
to achive ones end
it is sustenence
in the cold
it is pleasure
but with asterisk
for too much of
anything kills
It is a blessing
and a curse
it brings false friends
and false lovers
it creates castles
without joy
it isolates
in the mind and heart
Would I choose that?
Of course, for the ones
that deny you are true.
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