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With insatiable hands, they grab and snatch, A bottomless pit, not a single catch. Shiny things, possessions, land— all slip through their grasping hand.
Eyes that never see enough, Hearts with iron, cold and rough. In the end, they stand alone, With empty hearts, and hearts of stone.
Greed’s a hunger, endless chase, A darkened path, a quickened pace. From gold to power, an endless quest, A fevered heart that finds no rest.
Eyes that gleam with selfish glow, Grasping all, but never slow. A void that grows, consumes the soul, till all that’s left is a gaping hole.
A treasure trove, a shallow grave, in greed’s embrace, none can be saved.