Crisp Dollar Bills

In the end,
Everything fades to black.
Your crops,
Your crisp dollar bills –
All human possessions,
All greedy thefts
Like man,
Were born to die.

Everything you say
Is inconsequential.
What really matters
Is what you’re willing to build,
The love you’re willing to share.
For whilst great empires
Burn and fall,
Love has carried on.

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