might of money right before the sight
fight against is a waste retreat in a haste
a cobweb money is everyone gets lured
talents and knowledge kneel before for a price
kingdoms have gone sprouted are new age kings
bothers no one how money is earned
broods over everyone how much is earned
holds money any one in enticing captivity
moneyed if you are world comes dancing before
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