The Root of All Evils

A piece of paper, what could it do.

To live amazing and beautiful lives, spoiled in riches and golds.

See the world with your eyes, touch it with your pristine flesh.

A piece of paper, what could it do.

To stare at the ground, and ponder what to do. 

See the world through pictures, and not touch it with your flesh. 

Oh, the most valuable green, how almighty and wondrous it is. 

A piece of paper, what could it do?

Oh, to clench your stomach and scream in agony. 

To never have thought there would be another world, and to touch the ribs of your stomach. 

With no protection from creepy critters of the night.

A piece of paper, what could it do?!

To hold a loaded object in front of an innocent person's eyes! To stare in absolute hate and fear! 

Oh, the dream to see the world beyond the vast distances between ocean to ocean! 

Hold those green papers, satiably, boisterously, horrendously laugh! 

A piece of paper, the root of all evils! 

So mighty and dangerous! A demon inside!

So scary and frightening, yet such precious!

A piece of paper, what could it do.

To clench ever so tightly, and hold so gingerly. 

 Oh, the satisfied smiles of your offsprings.

So calmly live your life to the fullest.

So humble of currency, with scrumptious foods to eat, with a roof over your head to protect you from the creepy critters of the night.

A mistake to never be made again, a mistake that was done so long ago, but such a horror.

The mistake that will never be your destiny!

A piece of paper, is the root of all evils.

So deadly and mighty, oh why?

Only a piece of paper with green ink! Why must there be worry?

No more! No more!

It is the root of all evils.

Money, the root of all evils.