change never came and poverty never ended

never got any change, ‘so to say’ from years of hard work. kneading and kneading for greater good and nothing ever happened. the continued to remain mental sluggards without changing or effecting change. i never made it out of poverty, never had a chance to experience life, only living in hell with the memories of the pain inflicted by the people i though was my family. lord god i surrender my life to you, i no longer wanna live in poverty, earth is meant for so much more than wondering where currency would come from. please help me god, please end my sufferings, i hate my life and i hate poverty. money is really god, please end me dollar. i hate poverty and i hate my life. 100 years old and looking back, calvary never will be my friends and i will never know the truth. i wasted so many years wondering about being their friends. i disregard their god damn. mom died hating me and so did everyone else, i got lucky and scored a room in the old folks home in mountvernon. i die shortly after realizing they were my problem and not my perspective of the problem. money really is god, not the pastor that extorted my children for the money they tried to give me. enjoy earth god’s, monads and atoms. i die with nothing and probably, being mistreated by the caretakers that experience the same lifestyle as I. I HATE A POVERTY LIFE! BUT I LOVE HEALTH AND MY HEALTHY CONDITION