It's A Weed
Greed is like a weed once planted it can forever grow without a single seed needed to be sewn.
It kills all the beautiful flowers and vegetables and takes their stead.
About impossible to kill.
Then when it comes to the great harvest theirs nothing left.
A barren waste land is all that seen for miles.
A sight completely surreal.
Defiled by this grotesque entity that bares no use to us as human beings.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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