Demon lurking in the shade
only an aid
to its own gain
leading always to more pain
Greed
we must not feed
the glutton of the age
make only more rage
rage for more
rage for envy
Greed
we must not feed
that black hollow
only seeks to swallow
Snake of men's hearts
I'd shoot it dead with darts
full of a potion so strong
its effects are everlastingly long
We need to shove
a little Love
into any darkened pit
love will always fit