The Selfishness of Hearts
Joy in sorrow
Laughter in pain
No expectation of giving
But all of receiving.
Hands wide open.
Greed in his eyes
Only receiving fine things,
rejecting the old.
But how could you,
through moral laws,
reject a gift
when it's been given?
Not all hearts are black,
some are still red,
but all have
the stain of selfishness.
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