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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 slope, 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
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May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 1:40 AM UTC
Greed
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 slope, 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
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May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 1:40 AM UTC
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