Long long ago,
There lived a rabbit in a burrow.
Never alone but shallow;
cause he was bad, he was told
He'd hop in the gardens,
To look not for people, but food and water:
He had thrown it all away,
For he thought he needed them,
of higher standard
'Do they hate me?' He's ask himself
in the mirror,
'No', was the only answer,
He just needed looks, that's all that matter
He was rich and might have a plain heart
A home full of money, and a brother
But that was not enough
He wanted more, then it'll be better
Endless love from his friends
A loyal family to have
A burrow full of food
Mr. greedy rabbit, what else?
In search, he reached
what people thought was a creep
For him, it was nothing
But a path so deep
So he hopped in
If he'll escape, he'll win
And more people would love him
But he didn't know it was a bin
In the cave, dark and light
played hide and seek;
Raising up his hope,
To throw him in
He reached a door
With a label of, 'Don't come in my love.'
'Or danger will be yours.'
He read it and in he walked,
Loud music banged;
And fiercely in his ears, it rang,
'Shut it off!' He yelled,
But it's just meld
No one listened, no one saw;
It all just gnawed
He had to escape,
But for the poor rabbit, the passage ,
was draped
Among the hands, he was rolled,
Among the feet, he crawled,
He wanted to get out of the cage
And looked for the door
The lights shut out,
The rabbits dropped,
All still, on the floor,
Finally, the music stopped,
Before the rabbit knew what happened
The ground swirled and turned into a table
All full of shiny food and gold
He reached for them, but it was translucent
He reached again and again
Trying to capture the gold that was feigned
He didn't halt, he wanted it
It was your greed, oh little rabbit
The poor little rabbit fell
For this was the chance
If he'd look behind or even up
There was the door waiting for him to come
And escape
It was the greed, he neglected his family for
The love of the rabbits , and never thanked God
He was the king of the burrow,
He but he always craved more
Greed is not good, so love what you got
Someone people don't even have those
Remember, not always dreams, but
sometimes, nightmares also come true
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Love 💕, huz
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PuisiIt is the abyss I wander in Floating like I have no sin Playing notes of peace On a stolen violin -------- Ranked#4 in stopthehate
