Money money everywhere but not a scent to spend.
Poor Avaritia, i feel for your cravings, i long for
your spendings. Oh Avaritia will you bring me
happiness with all that wealth?
Avaritia will you bring others happiness,
or will you bring them war and sorrow like
you always have...
Can't you see that your hurting them, hurting me
with your stupid lust for money, all that money.
Don't you know, Avaritia, it wont buy you happiness
Only sorrow and depression, no one will love you.
They'll fight for you only in hopes to take more of
your precious money.
I hope they do Avaritia, i hope they steal every
last penny from you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the humour of your opening line