The Seed of Greed
Many a man of wealth and greed
Of his morals he did concede
Without consideration heed
From the masses he chose to bleed
Up on high from his lofty perch
Within his heart denied to search
A golden globe his only church
Thus leaving the rest in the lurch
Now on the souls of those he preys
So blinded by his selfish ways
To keep them in an endless maze
From now until the end of days
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