Sheol Moribund Poet Free verse

The Greedy Have the Wealth

My soul shrinks ---
It's also black as ink ---
The ordor from it stinks ---
Like a dead rat ---
Which floats on a sewer flow ---
Righteousness can not be found ---
Decayedness is abound ---
For my soullessness is here,
upon this earthen ground ---
Where even the songs of the Angels have ceased,
by the blair of the horns of Hades ---
Which resounds upon the ears of the
walking dead of the earth ---
Where misery is birth and happiness is death ---
And the poverty stricken have the greed ---
But the greedy have the wealth.

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