Why must I give?
Why is it noble?
Foes grow richer
The “poor” endlessly quarrel
They hinder my progress
Why can’t you see?
I can’t stand the tallest
With beggars latched on to me
My own success is not enough for my soul
I’ll make them useful, I’ll take what they own.
Power isn’t made or even given
It’s a slippery *****, so close but so distant.
My objective is complete, and I’m richer than the rest!
So why am I empty?
A void in my chest.
Do I need more pawns?
More vultures to burn?
Just tell me an answer!
I’m getting concerned
Can’t turn back now
Deaths ready to feed
I’m the latest victim
The victim of Greed

Malvo Hussein