Gluttony
You consume everything,
Everyone, around you
Once they've been drained,
they're tossed aside
Like yesterday's trash
And still, you go back for seconds
Mooching off those who love you,
Stealing every penny away,
You keep taking,
More and more
Slowly, you destroy everything
They are
And still, you go back for seconds,
Such a vicious appetite
Never quite satiated
Pride
your pride, your royal majesty,
is far too great for me to like
you pound your iron fist against
the castle walls, which crumble down.
gold and silver tapestries
and brightest chandeliers once burned
before you pounded iron fists
before the walls came falling down.
your pride, your royal majesty,
lies far too much excessively
beyond the borders of your realm
a lonely kingdom you preside.
o’er hills of gray which wandered lost
and streams of gentle, quiet blue
proudly, broadest meadows grin
and stand up to your fearsome wrath.
Repetition
Yes, it's hard,
The world being constantly created,
But repeating, doing the same,
Plagiarizing , or just saying some thing,
When you know it's not you,
That did the sweating,
That tore yourself apart,
That is a sin.
God does not strike down for it,
But if you Rod Stewart your way,
Through life,
It is dust and dirt that you kick up,
Nothing living,
Nothing worthwhile.
This is not to say we shouldn't learn,
Teach the old art, drink the vintage wine,
But if all we do is scurry away, in the basement of our minds,
Then the world we bring about,
Is just rotten.
