Money

The dark paper consumes the souls of those who posses it, currupting their soul and changing them in to animals that will do anything for more then the need.Only those who do not posses the money feel the wheight of the world. They feel the rich's glares they feel them ripping them off. I watch in wonderful facination as they fight one another over somthing they do not need somthing that is worth dirt to me.Like children the fight each over the toys that the goverment owns and controls, only those who do not posses feel its wrath. Only those who need it don't get it only those who deserve don't get it. Yet no one cares no one fusses over their share of the dark paper only thoughs who have more then their share fuss over the thousands of dark paper they loose from scandles and mistakes of workers. Only they will regain their dark paper in a matter days like it was never lost. All who watch with me agree that they are all fools execpt those who do no own as much
when the day comes, the will join us and watch as the world changes and the greedy perish with it.



By The Seeker