Life A Nasty Game

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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.

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