Money, Is it You Savior or Condemnor

Is it the key
Or the chains 
To freedom.
The cure
Or the disease
To what everyone seems to be infected with.
The microphone that amplifies voices.
Or the stitch sewn into the lips.

The iceberg to the titanic that carries the world.
The wood that flames the pits of hell.
The greed that darkens souls.

when you choose to love money as if it is life,
You have signed a silent contract. 
To be the puppet to a universal master.
Trapped in a never ending maze.
There is nothing you will not do.
No one you will not betray.

When you value money as the pump that fuels your being
More then the blood that runs through your veins.
The limit line will surely fade.
You will find yourself in an endless pit of greed,
Where nothing you consume will ever suffice.
Then you will realize that money is not what you need
And your soul was not worth the sacrifice.