Blood Money Poem by Laura arwen

There isn't the
forgiveness and the
prays for blood
money
They are the
base of the
economy
The money are
a silly craziness
The money is
a continual and
deep obsession
Blood money is
a massive appearance
The money conditions
our beautiful life
For me the
money doesn't exist
Blood money is
a lethal disease
Sometimes, when I'm
anger and depressed,
I beg the
blood money
For somebody the
blood money is
many nightmares
With the blood
money I don't
drink whisky
and vodka
I forgot the
money because I'm
fall in love
of a particular
and powerful life
The blood money
is without a
way
Blood money is
the dark and
sad dreams
The blood money
doesn't let to
live the true
existence
I'm disappointed for
this thing
My personality is
a disappearance for
a rough society
The blood money
is a loneliness
Always the blood
money is a
sin
I hate the
money