GreedA Poem by InfiniteInk
Gold and riches have one form,
Greed make its manifest, Takes his vessel of a weak man, Insatiable, runs through his brain. Hate becomes his last name, He gives bricks to those without stones, And seeds to those without trees, Takes away a house just built, And fruit away after it's picked, Now he adds to his continuous need. His space grows greater, while his soul fades away, The weak man grows strong, In arrogance and lies, Till his skin turns pale, And a box is where he lies. Greed has no conscious, heart or time, He just sits and waits as riches and gold.
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5 Reviews Added on March 28, 2012 Last Updated on March 28, 2012 AuthorInfiniteInkMableton, GAAboutIn the complex realm of ink and paper, my pen reigns as a deity of control, emotion is created through its intuition and its instinct is to be profound and expressive, my pen shall bleed in this realm.. more..Writing
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