The Hunt For Happiness - Poem by Young Church
I take my sharpest spear
Hunt money with no fear
A highest mountain to climb
A thorny bush to walk through
Fulfillment of a rough destination
In success of endless determination
The catch surprisingly poisonous
The catch unexpectedly unpleasant
The hunter now the hunted
Money has got his best weapons
In bloody hunt for my greedy soul
Where can I hunt for true happiness?
To be continued........
***The Book of End of Times
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