Your greed sickens me.
Like a witch’s cauldron filled to the brim
Like a temple smothered in rot
Like the **** on the surface of gutters
Like an unsterilized needle
Like a piece of fruit bathed in desert weather
Like oil wading its way through water
Like a vulture waiting in anticipation
Like the bank account of a wicked man
A thousand times over, your greed sickens me
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 1:53 PM UTC
Your greed sickens me.
Like a witch’s cauldron filled to the brim
Like a temple smothered in rot
Like the **** on the surface of gutters
Like an unsterilized needle
Like a piece of fruit bathed in desert weather
Like oil wading its way through water
Like a vulture waiting in anticipation
Like the bank account of a wicked man
A thousand times over, your greed sickens me
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