Ancestors once said,
"There will be a day
When a weapon will be made.
Which will uproot this pure world
Making it ghastly & pale.
Just as moon without shine.
It will be worst than any mercenary,
Worth than a soul,
Good than any fortune
With a curse carved on top" .
Ancestors word became true.
Weapon was made
Which became 21st century God.
Know as Money, in to-days world.
It has paper body
Printed face
With the power
To kill an entire race
It has numerical coding
Same as weapon
The more the number
The powerful it arise
The owner who owns it
Has the power
To mould it in
Curse or blessing
You can't know its power
Just looking at its
Lean figure and petite size
It's the weapon of this time...
The one who have it
Are labeled as rich
The one who don't have
Are certified as poor beings
It's a 21st century God
Which is a weapon
With a curse
Carved on top.
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