Your greed looms upon me
Like a lonesome, heavy cloud
Awaiting my relinquish
Beseeching me aloud
What are you?
-Corrupt?
What have you?
-Self-Regard?
Your rashness and neglect
Has turned this world from dazzling to charred
So if you ever change your mind
And decide that you're at fault
Say sorry to the willow trees
That hang in depression from assault.
