[Prose] Sorry for it being dark... greed.

Greed

A sickening, loathsome thing.
It tarnishes, sickens and masks even the most putrid things.

Greed meticulously seeks it's targets,
Hiding it's revolting colors.
Convincing surrounding victims of empty bargain's.

Prodding, harrying, tormenting and pestering its mark.
Greed voraciously tempts its quarry,
Unrelentingly gnawing before it buries.

Then endlessly onward, never tarrying.

Oh so many seek this gastly ending.
Never understanding they are greeds vomit.

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I might not be posting, commenting or replying much the next few days or weeks. Yet I will likely be somewhere in the background.