Greed

Turn, turn, turn,

With the Earth

It burns in a path

Of molten hate

That the total

Of all joys

Could never sate—

Haunt the soul and

Make it salivate,

Dedicate the

Turn, turn, turn

And watch it burn,

Strap yourself in

And learn

The hate that

The total of—

The echoes of—

All joys

Could never sate:

Evil in its

Purest form—

The beginning of

The thorn

That pierces all

With the greed,

Make the whole

World bleed

 

And like a seed—

It is all you need

To turn, turn, t—

Stop Earth in its track,

Throw it back

To where it should not

Go: a desert

Cold as snow.

 

With the greed,

Make the whole

World bleed

And drown in

Bitter snow.

 

Please stop,

Before you

Watch it burn,

And begin to

Blindedly yearn.

 

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[Dressed in Poetry]

I love the rhyme in this one!