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The Lures of Greed


The lures of greed are ones of fraud.

Once encased you cannot escape.

You and your actions are on permanet display.

So be wary on the path you choose.

Or you may find yourself in a perpetual bath of ooze.

The ooze is one as black as night,

one cold as ice,

and one thick as the muck of dispair.

This ooze sloly and painfully consumes your mind.

Eventually you are blind to the actions that offend others.

Along with this ooze there is a ball.

A ball is made of the heaviest of metals,

and attached to this ball is a chain,

and attached to this chain is anyone who fosterd a dark desire in their hearts,

and fell into a path alone.

Now they walk through a field forever alone lusting the theings they have naught.

 

 

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David Walby

I am an aspiring writer that loves poetry. All I care to do is advance this great art. Visit my creative writing website at https://davidwalbycreativewriting.wordpress.com/

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