Once it was copper then turned to steel
Then on it went to silver and gold
Does it ever stop of get old?
From the shining metals to cheaper again
Then on to paper, green and thin.
An evil thing this is to me
Yet it’s needs is buried in us all
It holds us close within its thrall.
Now it’s changed a digital form
It’s potential reached, chaos is born.
We destroy all around slaves to it’s power
Even as our souls it corrupts and devours.
RedRavenPoems 
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