C.A.S.H.
Cash..
When will it ever last, as we break down this cash..
Contaminated by hands stained with blood, sweat and tears of a lost soul.
Attachment to an unanimated object; made to run your every decison.
Slaves of society; serving the self and the ego.
Hatred for your enemy and the enemy inside yourself.
-iamsoule
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Author:
eyeamsoule (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sociopolitical
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