Greed
We are a greedy species more or less
Desiring more than needed frequently.
If something free presents itself, excess
Increases often exponentially
Instead of taking one or two and leave
The rest behind, avaricious nature
Impels us, take it all! And thus believes
It’s mine! To Hell with those that follow, your
Misfortune is not my regard. Myself
Is all that matters so what's mine is mine.
Though lacking scruples in and of itself
Becomes a selfish brute, his own design.
Beware! of egocentric avarice
Your entry into heaven might be missed.
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