Tangled I was,
Confused I was,
In a web of dreams,
Dreamt of a world,
Where everything swirled,
A perfect earth,
Buried under the grave of lies,
How long did it take to understand this horror?
That this scheme of a dollar,
Was just a plot of the torture,
To not have one was better,
As it corrupted love and trust,
And created a hatred that was long forgiven,
But never forgotten,
As it spun me into a web of lies,
Tangled in the dreams I could never achieve,
As the dollar did not buy me the trust of man,
It only bought me more frustration to men,
For their greed never ended,
And my dreams never faded...
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