Life A Nasty Game
Oh god! Thy Games, thy world is set on Crames. No man here is a Barter, he spends most of his life chasing the almighty Dollars. The poor has no zest and Thrill, dominions here are as phony as a Three dollar bill. Ah! my aching heart can't handle this misery, No love and spark in relations, everyone is running in the race to achieve ovations. Give an arm and a leg to thy needy world.. Oh god! Thy games, thy world is set on crames.