Black orbs project the dead sea <br />The last remnants of the lost prophecy <br />Mercenaries seeking their claim to fame <br />Destroying the ashe's of a once good name <br />Greed is their lust, good intentions slowly rust <br />With each child born with evil's shame <br />Darkness engulfs the sky and the saved cry <br />As the reveled presence claims it prize <br />Hungry for eternity, tattoed with mortality <br />Their trust in nature deceiving <br />Not realizing their thoughts misleading <br />Anything to gain forever <br />The greed pushes with all its power <br />Its domain now belonging to the prowler <br />The leader places the crown atop his head <br />His veins swell and tears are shed <br />Screaming out in agony, he throws it the grown <br />But its far too late, his nature will lead to the grave <br />The crowns thorns have pricked his head <br />The bleeding intensifies his eyes turn red <br />Someone so bad wanted to be the christ <br />But when they felt his pain the weak soul quickly died <br />Generations from now will even seek the power <br />But the consequenes from the deed will not ponder <br />We are not put here to play god <br />As the many will find out <br />Their souls are lost<br /><br />Lance Carthen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unwanted-greed/
