Because All Will Be On The Otherside Poem by r.j. williams

Because All Will Be On The Otherside



MONEY
How are you
My great enemy?
Still stained with blood
I see.
When all vaults are empty
Of the last of you,
Then- why grass is green- will
Make sense again.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death,irony,life,money
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