Money and woman
Money is the root of all evils.
It is also the herb for all pain.
Woman is the root of all evils.
She is also the balm of all pain.
04.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love Of Money
Chorus:
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the work of the devil
Love of money
She began running for the border and her life
Like the wind, straight into the terror of the night
And she survived, bargaining her body for their gold
In the end all she had to sell them was her soul
Thats the way it goes
Chorus:
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the work of the devil
Love of money
We began reaching for the future like a dream
In a land where everything was free
Wordly men turned their profits into war
No one knows who were really fighting for
Chorus:
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the work of the devil
Love of money
Chorus:
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the work of the devil
Love of money
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Money Matters? ? ? ? ?
Does really money matters'?
Yes! indeed, i say
you cannot live without it
Money is the means of living constantly
when you don't have it
where will you stay'?
you will end up begging
discriminated,
repelled,
no friend of the day
the glaring truth
this is the root of all evils
one should have money in order to rule
letting the fools obey
the erudite bow,
though this kind of belief is sick
making the Morality wreck...
poem by Yani Lou Dinglasa Lim
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Chug-a-lug
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Gary likes a girls tight black pants
Larry knows he doesnt stand a chance
Carl says hurry up and order it quick
Dave gets out to chase that chick
Dennis wonders whats under the hood
A big chrome tach and it sounds real good
I go down to the root beer stand
And drink up all that I can
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Brians still glued to the radio
Louies lookin out the rear window
Guys got around to orderin fries
But root beers my best buy
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Self is the root, the tree, and the branches of all the evils of our fallen state.
quote by William Law
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Philosophy triumphs easily over past evils and future evils; but present evils triumph over it.
quote by La Rochefoucauld
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Evil being the root of mystery, pain is the root of knowledge.
quote by Simone Weil
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What for is money?
I thought on how could be the life
Without having to work for money.
After all this is the money which we work for.
Had we only have enough money to spend
We won’t have to toil our body or brain.
Solution also seemed very easy to me.
Just have a lot of mints to mint money.
Make as much money as may people need
Give them as much as may people want.
All problems are seemingly soon gone.
The root of all evils I thought could be
the root of happiness of all kind instead.
“How could this easy way out be overlooked? ”
Thinking furthermore I thought.
We need mints and we need paper and ink.
We need banks and a lot of ATMs.
People will get money and go for shopping
So we need ample shops. In shops we need products.
We need make shops and we need make products.
but we also need people to run them.
So some people will make paper and some ink.
Some other will work in mints and banks.
Some will work in shops and making products.
Rest all the people will only happily buy things.
Thinking up to here my thought jumbled.
People needed money so they worked.
If money was available for doing no work
Then why should there be anyone to work?
If no one works then where from comes paper and ink?
Where from comes money, banksand ATMs?
Where from then comes products?
Without products how could then we live and enjoy?
So we need products and for products we need to work,
to get people into the works we need money.
So it was that money could not be made free.
I thought 'People have already thought it before me.'
poem by Palas kumar Ray
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Pain With An Anguish
A pain with an anguish,
Comes to be delivered...
And no matter what the language.
A pain with an anguish,
To be extinguished...
Comes!
Choices given to make decisions,
Have been thoroughly observed.
And...
Witnessed to conflict with wishes,
To have a peace on Earth.
As this Earth was created to serve.
But...
Many believed their greeding,
Was just for them this creation made.
And with an isolating themselves away,
Few have realized their mistakes.
People talk about entitlements.
With a choice to choose their own interests.
But their own interests just don't sit well...
With THAT passing judgements from a greater realm.
A pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
Oh yes a...
Pain with an anguish,
Comes to undo what those demons done.
Producing as a reason to sell.
Pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
No one living doing things to others...
Can hide what they've done and run.
A pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
Oh yes a...
Pain with an anguish,
Comes to undo what those demons done.
Producing as a reason to sell.
Pain with an anguish,
Produced as a reason to sell.
Will soon...
Have no market or a need,
As minds begin to heal from a hell.
A pain with an anguish...
Produced as a reason to sell.
Will soon...
Have no market or a need,
As minds begin to heal from a hell.
Pray!
To deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To...
Deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To...
Deliver your mind from a living hell.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Women’s Individuality
Spirit of woman is dearer to sons
Than to daughters; sons feel great
loss.
Women are root systems and men
Branches.
A root will not weep for the root of the
other.
26.06.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Time is the inventor
.
Time, you are the greatest inventor.
You have invented evils
For every remedy I have found.
Evils demand remedies
And remedies fetch evils.
Time, you are my counter inventer.
30.07.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Goes Around, Comes Around
What goes around, comes around
As I always have been told,
So what you have done unto others,
Unto you, someday the same will unfold.
The evils that you have held
And the lies that you have spoke,
Someday you will be visited by them all
And by those deeds alone, you will choke.
Karma will come and get you
From it you cannot run and or hide
She will follow till your end on Earth
And she’ll mock you the day that you die.
What goes around comes around
Truer words have never been said
Your life will be full of sadness and pain
From the life that you once had led.
To the pain and suffering that you caused
From the evils and lies that you dealt
Believing lies that you told and hold
For you there will be a special place in Hell.
And you might not die alone
You might have your family and or friends
But when your passing has came and gone
No one will think good of you, ever again.
What comes around, goes around
I think deeply on that thought,
Because nothing truly can you hide from man
And from GOD, your always caught.
You might lie only to lie to yourself
But then soon, it comes back to you
And then you see the pain that you caused
Then they’ll will be nothing that you can do.
Suffering will be yours alone forever
Your moaning in pain will be your only sound
And I myself will mock and ignore you
For as they say, what comes around, goes around.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Murder Or Be Murdered
Don't be a murder like me
For you shall see
That you will pay a fee
Not a fee of money
For money is funny
But a fee of pain
For your blood will drain
Murder or be murdered
Is murder the lesser of the two evils?
poem by Lauren Kerr
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Answer...
If it were a glass of water,
It can be evaporated or,
It can be frozen for ever.
If it were a glass of milk,
The powder can be obtained,
Which can be exported.
If it were the unsold weaponry,
Foreign land can be used,
To test and reap the profit.
If it were the marketing module,
Naturalized citizens can be called,
To market in their abandoned countries.
But it is the pain that we suffer,
The pain that is suppressed and endured,
What to do with it?
The pain of limbs and mind,
the pain of heart and soul,
the pain of ills and evils,
Take away this pain, my Lord.
A fist size heart can't take this pain,
The brain tries to come out of the skull,
The nerves that inform us all these pain,
please, could you stop sending the signals?
World is so beautiful, People are wonderful,
everything abundant, even the pain too,
take away the pain from us, Lord, What?
Do you say we are the reason for this pain?
Do you say that our habits are the cause?
Do you say that our greediness induce it?
Do you say that you can't help us and
we have to help ourselves?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Pain is a plenty harried thing
Pain is a plenty harried thing,
It too is in plentiful pain.
Pain too prays for reprieve from the Lord,
It too wishes for a merciful end;
Pain has pained itself with the painful realization,
That it is the root of the cause of the source of all pain;
That is why pain is a plenty harried thing,
For it too is in plentiful pain.
Pain is a plenty harried thing,
It too hopes that the morrow starts at leisure
And that maybe it could rise (one day) from within itself
And become its prodigal brother: Pleasure.
We blame pain, we hate pain but we all go seeking it,
Pain doesn’t stalk us, we stalk pain;
If it wasn’t for us, Pain would yet be an unknown hermit,
For it too is in plentiful pain.
Pain is a plenty harried thing,
It too gazes into the stars and watches the days go by without reform;
Pain grieves for the pain it feels deep inside,
Pain too struggles against exploit and harm.
Pain is the seedling of the plant of the tree,
Of Life, which is nothing without this pain;
And I do not crave Pain and it does not crave me,
For it too is in plentiful pain.
poem by Samah Khan
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Money is the root of all evil, and yet it is such a useful root that we cannot get on without it any more than we can without potatoes.
quote by Louisa May Alcott
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All a man's affairs become diseased when he wishes to cure evils by evils.
There are no necessary evils in government. Its evils exist only in its abuses.
quote by Andrew Jackson
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Fear
Fear the root of all evils
Comes first if desire failed to
Get proper place in time.
Anger the fruits of fear
Comes afterwards.
I not aligned with any group
Stated honestly
Anger comes when I
become distable and perturbed.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Vanity Of Life
The evils that beset our path
Who can prevent or cure?
We stand upon the brink of death
When most we seem secure.
If we today sweet peace possess,
It soon may be withdrawn;
Some change may plunge us in distress,
Before tomorrow's dawn.
Disease and pain invade our health
And find an easy prey;
And oft, when least expected, wealth
Takes wings and flies away.
A fever or a blow can shake
Our wisdom's boasted rule;
And of the brightest genius make
A madman or a fool.
The gourds, from which we look for fruit,
Produce us only pain;
A worm unseen attacks the root,
And all our hopes are vain.
I pity those who seek no more
Than such a world can give;
Wretched they are, and blind, and poor,
And dying while they live.
Since sin has filled the earth with woe,
And creatures fade and die;
Lord wean our hearts from things below,
And fix our hopes on high.
poem by John Newton
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So you think that money is the root of all evil. Have you ever asked what is the root of all money