Her waters are seen and oft mistaken
Her depths colored green for hopes forsaken
All will drink from this toxic well,
most unknowing and few would tell
Thou shalt not covet,
we are admonished
Some think nothing of it
then act astonished
when they are rebuked for the deed
Kissing cousin to a thing called greed
and other dark colors deep within
Some like to say it’s original sin
Most of the isms drawn from this font
are leveraged upon what others want
When all their falsehoods have filled your head
you’re left blind to the fact it’s for them instead
There is no care for what you think
After sating their thirst on that poison drink
No comments:
Post a Comment