Money
I'm the wheel that makes all turn.The foul bringer of greed and suffering.
I make enumerable sons steal from there mother's.
While providing the escape for ever foe.
In plenty I provide the power to corrupt.
I sentence some to death.
When you see me in the raw, I cause a fever, becoming a vital flaw.
My success's range from supplying an ordered war to buying a political vote to alter a society's path.
I walk hand in hand with the dark one helping him fill his domain.
A harbinger of lust found in your heart.
For 10,000 years they have called me the root of all evil.
Because I take your daughters to the place where even God dare not go.
I make them sell every ounce of their body and soul.
A billion tears have they cried over me.
All worlds I have made, all peoples I create that on which sorrow feeds.
By the time you fill your coffers my plan has already been laid.
Death to all that serve me and pain to those that refuse me.
I am money creator of wealth and fame.
Come all you weaklings and join in my eternal rein............
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