Version A
Money paid; money due,
Money raised and money new.
Money runs like a honey bee,
Money was a dream; to thee.
But corruption spread through money's quest,
Venting no redeeming chest,
Upon a lie it was constructed,
Amongst the slaves it but obstructed.
Money wilt you seek, money you shalt find,
Behind the bars of freedoms choice, snide
In lies of crimson rights, feel
The heart of life, true.
Begin a new; without such curse,
Bring upon a valid form,
Show me some respectful system,
Which is free from fates, corrupted!
Version B
Money paid; money due,
Money raised and money new.
Money runs like a honey bee,
Money was a dream; to thee.
But corruption spread through money's quest,
Venting no redeeming chest,
Upon a lie it was constructed,
Amongst the slaves it but obstructed.
Money wilt you seek, money Shalt you find,
Behind the bars of freedoms choice, snide
In lies of crimson rights, feel
The heart of life, true.
Begin a new; without such curse,
Bring upon a valid form,
Show me some respectful system,
Which is free from fates, corrupted!
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