Everybody
Everyone Ever
Love yourself
as another,
as you love them all,
but do not love money.
Its hoarding has killed everything.
From heroes in foreign lands,
to machines that have tamed the wilds,
to the hallowed grounds of the dead,
to the stories in your head,
love everyone's ancestors remembered,
and forgotten.
About the Creator
DaMaGe
It's pronounced Dah-Mah-Jay. I'm a Scientific, Philosophical, Artistic Atheist, that writes science fiction, political, and fantasy with a flair of science and logic that opens other people's minds to new ideas. Enjoy!
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Halloween has come and gone, but Autumn is still a great time for a ghostly scare. I love to hear a good ghost story, especially while gathered around a campfire. Who doesnβt? I thought I would share a few of my very favorite Short Stories of Horror.
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Comments (1)
your poem reminds people that money can be the root of evil (in hands of evil, selfish people). Nice job.