Greed
As soulless dragons spread their wings,
To soak up strands of greed,
They settle into many things.
Crawling into shining rings,
The soaked up strands are freed.
As soulless dragons spread their wings.
In unsuspecting minds it clings.
Sucking up discernment like a weed.
They settle into many things.
Jealousy and hate it brings,
A twisted form of evil’s creed.
As soulless dragons spread their wings.
In every mind the sick sense springs.
Breeding from a tiny seed,
They settle into many things.
It’s unfiltered wanting deftly stings.
And your common sense begins to bleed.
As soulless dragons spread their wings,
They settle into many things.
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