Poetry- The Serpent’s Sting

Greed

A serpent lurking underneath,

Amongst his brethren

He never sleeps

On his skin lies dwell

The more he has

The less he’s satisfied

Greed

A killer amongst men,

His daggers pierce deeper than most

His voice is disguised in honey

Beware of these tools

His name alone is a trap

Lions embrace his traits.

Greed

Serpents in sheep clothes,

They’re but my enemies

In his domain, good men vanished

Like wolves, he attacks

I wish my soul bare his entrance.

Greed

The youngest of 7,

These brethren are destructive

Their mission is but of havoc

Havoc beyond redemption

Greed leaves you empty.

This was written by our contributing writer, Adiela Michael.


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