Standing in a graveyard alone.
to mourn, to stare at the mound
of dirt, below was the shell of one
who loved but a few, the seed of
kindness never sowed, the love they
did not seek, now silence lies
beneath. Entitlement is all that
remains, grief, no greeting,
unwanted presence, gestures, tone
and it looks like in death, there was a joy
and greedy ploys. Gluttony bloomed
before the setting of the sun, looking
for more to take, life took on a forged
tongue. Open jeers, false deeds, honor
lost, the price of greed can be at a great
cost. Roars the misty breath of strife
destiny has finally caught up with a
liar’s life.
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