They all pretend to be your good friends
because they enjoy sharing in your
wealth, friends of benefit are many in
this system; none of them care about
your legacy, nor pray for your success.
Always watch your back for those
sneaky snakes, and scorpions; green
snakes under green grass pretending to
be saints, but their hearts is full of evil
poison. Don't share your dreams with
strangers, neither should you place your
trust in worldly treasures.
You can't hide for them forever, but you
can stop them from corrupting your
goals, and dreams. The journey ahead is
for the bold, and strong in spirit; never
let the agony of the past tear you apart
on your path to enlightment.
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