God is the creator

In a world I think is useless, there is a person who puts the use, less.
For every word I meant less, I thought more.
The game of believe, not my best shot, but, I know someone, made the world a hot shot.
I began to doubt when I was Six, I hope not to die whenever I am sick.
I thought of this trick, who was dick ? Who was hick? Why did the clock tick?
Money now a must, and if you cannot afford?
The worst is for you to rust, with only hope for you to trust.
Key into nature and make the best desire of this existence.
The last of a dying breed, I did still question the apostles creed.
If the human entity did breed, what could the soul do to be freed.
Wealth and power a known instrument, just for you to mean the word enjoyment.
I am not happy to be vague, but adversity is now in vogue.
I am not happy I was once a rogue, and never could speak in tongue.
But am ever grateful I was spectacular about just being a spectator
To be ever fruitful and a binocular to the world's calculator..
Calculating legal tender notes as all I did was just copy notes.
Money came to the rich in excess that shit took my thoughts in excess.

God The Creator! Don't let me die Broke!

_CoperateStreetBoy*
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