Avarice of Adam

We mere mortals, Are but temporal beings. Drowned by the wine of luxuries That life has to offer. That being said, still suffices not (Countless, numerous sins ongoing Creating, still dreaming Of robots never-ending) The forgotten warmth near the fireplace And those which are eternal Just to be swept away By the broomsticks of the witch, Just to be blinded by the lust of ambition.