Say a prayer with me to the universe.
I have erred and sinned against the innate sense of good deeds, I have offended the laws of righteousness and virtue, I seek for pardon and strength to persevere.
I wasn't born this way, but I guess money is the root of all evil!
Forgive my shortcomings.
Please blame money and accept my decisions.
In the time of sobriety and calmness, we think about our decisions,
We care about our thoughts and actions,
We are filled with remorse, yet alive in the euphoria of vanity.
What is the purpose of making bad decisions?
Money, Money, Money!!
Please put the blame on Money!
We convince ourselves with the idea of leveling up,
Society is unfair and unkind to the poor,
The decision is almost rigged against you.
How am I expected to scale through life hurdles, when my voice is equivalent to my pocket?
Not regrets, not shame, not even money can erase the guilt!
With clarity comes accountability.
Maybe I'm too emotional for this world.
Maybe I deserve to be heard.
It's warm when I get gratification from getting money, but why do I need more?
When is it enough, when will this feeling end?
Yes it's vanity
My decisions are my reality and I accept my vanity!
Condolences to the part of me that are good,
I betrayed the trust of God!
But p
lease put the blame on Money.
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