An Idea to Make you Rich Anger floods my veins like The Nile, Fighting it in anyway possible, Like the ever-longing war of the angels of heaven, And demons of the infernal hell, Murder crosses my mind like a rat to rank cheese.
Jealousy is all my emotion, It is my new-founded world, My raging pillage through the barracks of my common logic, The emotion is so potent it rots the delicacy of love, Jealousy is the devil on my shoulder,
Narcissism is my only religion, MY only god is me, There is no good, There is no evil, I am the servant of my rage,
Death is the clause of my empowerment, I lost it all, I have it all, But I am not it all, I have lost love… and myself,
Love was once the balance of the world, It was the weld of good and evil, Losing love was losing the supreme treasure, The finest jewel of all, The best cut of a diamond,
I have all riches in history of humanity, But yet I am still the poorest man, There is no greater humane enrichment, Than to have a dream, To have love—without love and dreams there is not a shard of humanity,
But may I ask you this, You can hand a poor man some change, But can you make him rich without money? Can you motivate? Can you inspire him…?
Tell him ask not of your money tell him to ask of your dream, Make him rich once more, Make him think, And restore love by inspiring a reverie, Avoid my reality… My curse,