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Fools Gold.

Now that he has become old.
He regrets that his soul he unashamedly sold.
For the need for greed and material gold.
On him money took its devilish hold.
That left him uncaring and heartless cold.
But for him it is too late.
He has no chance of entering through heavens gate.
Here on earth money to him a devil it did create.
Now he knows soon he will have to accept his fate.
And go to a place that’s full of fire and hate.
To you all i say travel through life in the correct lane.
That doesn’t cause heartache sorrow or pain.
So when you die your soul will not have a corrupt stain.
And you will retire in a place that’s happy and righteous and not insane.
 

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Bernadete van d...

I don't think it's too late, William.
Very good write with a strong message here. 
Regards,
Bernadete 

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