Richness is the abode of ghouls,
Humane— that's the trait of a fool
Selfishness is the blessing of Greed,
Place deception and debauchery at the altar of Greed
Greed's hands hold higher the one
Who reigns on his throne— below no one
Greed's contempt shall be known
O fool, when you've rejected all that she's shown
Hold Greed's cards closer to your chest,
And rejoice in treasure-filled chests
Bow down to the almighty Queen,
With arms open, welcome the objects of your dream
Whisper the hymns and shout your prayers,
Be sure she hears your heart's dark desires
The only way to show contentment
Is to fuel and revel in your moral dismemberment
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A budding writer's collection
PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them
