Illuminati (Part 2) 'money' Poem by Nick Jordan.

If money is the route, to all that is evil
The route upon which I am bound is reprieval,
Arguments created through money and through debt,
Are created to cause tension with intentional regret.
If only our currency was a humble invention,
To clothe us, to feed us, with honest intention,
Instead we are all mostly materialistically driven,
Wanting the newfangled contraption's a given,
With subliminal advertising wherever we look,
Offering us loans or credit cards and an open chequebook.
Until the time it all runs dry,
And then the fun stops,
And we ask ourselves why?
We chase the dollar all our lives,
Supposedly so mankind survives.
When really it was chasing you,
Subliminally and blindly without a clue,
The devil incarnate disguised as tender,
Lawless lucifer the money lender,
Baphomet bathing in babies blood,
Money can't stop a biblical flood,
Deceiving us all with a thwarted ambition,
To keep the elite in their majestical position,
But you can't fool me like you've fooled the others,
With your ancestral bloodline
And aristocratical brothers,
I'm onto you now,
I know your intention,
The new world order,
You so often mention,
Whatever it is you seek to hide,
The need for war and genocide,
Whatever it is you stand to gain,
Through the evil manipulation of money is insane,
Why does this money fall into the wrong hands?
The evil warmongering dictators that no one understands?
Among their intentions to kill the poor,
To keep us all down so as they have more.
Perhaps one day you'll rot in hell
The place within where your beliefs seem to dwell,
And when the stench of your greed has gone,
The world will then flourish and hopefully move on?