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the Black Rose
Greed leads to more avarice,
And any form of lust,
One must acquire all things coveted,
No matter what the cost.
Even when the cup runneth over,
And spills on to the floor,
All the time they say "it's all mine”,
And then they want some more.
There’s no satisfying the hunger,
Let alone control the urge,
But men come to lose their humanity
Beyond insanity they splurge.
Greed leads to more blatant greed,
The need to feed won’t stop,
Regardless of who or what gets in the way,
They always want to be on top.
It contently poisons the mind and soul,
Without regard to other men,
Greed is the seed, the root of all evil,
Without respect and without an end.
And any form of lust,
One must acquire all things coveted,
No matter what the cost.
Even when the cup runneth over,
And spills on to the floor,
All the time they say "it's all mine”,
And then they want some more.
There’s no satisfying the hunger,
Let alone control the urge,
But men come to lose their humanity
Beyond insanity they splurge.
Greed leads to more blatant greed,
The need to feed won’t stop,
Regardless of who or what gets in the way,
They always want to be on top.
It contently poisons the mind and soul,
Without regard to other men,
Greed is the seed, the root of all evil,
Without respect and without an end.
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