florence owu - Greed! ! !

She comes in subtle ways
The words of her mouth are as sweet as honey
Ready she is to deceive and convince
Just anyone who comes around
Her heart is like the deep centre
Of a honey comb, where the nectar is dark
Just like the serpent
Cunning and crafty are her ways
Oh! Greed
Always wanting more and never satisfied
How close your end is
Your end cometh slowly but surely
Just like the fly that follows the corpse to the grave
And never again sees the bright of day.

florence owu

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