I put forth now, before you
A key leading, perhaps
to your salvation
Greed, in all it’s varied forms
creates unbalance that will not be borne
“More…….always more!”, this cry we heed
struggling desperately for what
we do not need
Firmly, in it’s demonic grip
corruption inevitably follows it
We take, and take
far beyond reason
Filling phantom holes with possessions
that carry no meaning
Such possessions, it must be understood
do not make one better
they make one much worse
Now you know truly, this demon’s name
will you cast it out?
Endure more of the same?
Free will, inviolate, ensures
the choice is now, and has always been, yours.