Who couldn't see ot, you'd be blind not to know.
Currencies are losing value; all take their cut:
The consumer pays the bill; a glorious rut!
Well, not of course if you saw the pictures: the post fet poorer; the rich get richer..
Like he said: don't put your riches in bags with holes.
Real wealth is in silver and gold...
But don't trust in them, wealth flies away..
it belongs to Abba, with him we must stay..
He owns the cattle on a thousand mountains: the fullness of the earth is his...
Sisters and brothers; He looks after his kids.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: December 23rd, 2025 06:26
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