When did you forget
Who you were to be
You know, oh holy priest
Was it the money
That brought you down
You kneeling beast
Was it your charm
That lured the sheep
Provided your needs
Or was it the farm
That must expand
To plant your seeds
You had to know
That all of the greed
Could never be free
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Could mean more than the death of a magnate.
There's always a price to pay.
😉
It's tricky, if we were to judge ourselves, we wouldn't be judged.
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