David William Breidenthal Poet Rhyme

Ashes of Avarice

Avarice ashes have fallen upon my somewhat filthy feet
My face turns into a beet every time you tell me I’m pretty neat
Avarice ashes have risen from the heartless, cold ground
Without a sound, I scream to the maximum but no one hears me, so I’m a long-lost hound

I’m cooler than a fridge these days
You’re hotter than flames in your ways
I go astray as I say I’m done with you,
Hurting me in ways you put me through

I go astray, so I’m a tray of ashes in your ever-quaking hands
I understand and try to obey God’s Word in these evil lands
You smoke me out like your end-of-your-day cigarette and I’m upset
You smoke me out and now I’m nothing but avarice ashes of regret

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