Money cannot buy everlasting peace of mind, but it can sure buy pleasure and fun, they don't want us to go down there and see the atrocities men commit for the love of money.
Man made money, but money made man mad; every man is not the same, some love purity while some are blinded by vanity. There's no friend in the jungle of money chasers, don't let the love for silver and gold drive you away from your insanity.
Modern slavery was dressed in jobs and wages, the smart ones work for money; but only the wise invest and send money to work. Believe it or not money is essential, but the spirit behind it is powerful and full of lust.
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