SEVEN DEADLY SINS
GREED
The
rising moon faces the sickening sun
and the lights in the tower blocks go on, one by one,
A big shot, overlooking this black iron skyline -
surrounded by symbols of prosperity -
Sits back in his new leather chair -
Ripped off the back of some unfortunate beast.
I'm smiling through my teeth.
Anybody can be a millionaire,
So everybody's gotta try-
but by the laws of this human jungle-
only the heartless will survive,
But down there- but for the grace of God,
go I.
The The
Twilight of a Champion - (Infected)
