Tricesimus

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Greed
In the soiled court that is our world
Shiny things outweigh all notions of fair
Even the justice when successfully bribed
Will simply stop giving a care

Pity him, he the selfish man
The man of desire insatiable
He of wanton covetousness
Whose soul is distorted and unstable

Follow him not, he who thrives on coin
He who lusts for more and more
He who seeks to own
The Earth right down to its very core

For they who plant seeds of avarice
Are fools who hope for a bountiful prize
From a cursed golden tree
That will only bring forth more lies

And so beware the taint of the yellow plague
The malady that is greed
The curse of Mammon that force
Future generations to slave away and bleed

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