Crossing narrow lanes of greed,
Our toss I’ll crash rugged rocks,
Our swinging arms clash,
For space to sing and swing.
Want is equal greed,
To last for lust pounce,
As we stumble and grumble,
To please the flesh, that,
Lean upon brittle wall.
Tender empathy, our souls;
And flesh is equal greed,
So like and open grave, that
Red heap of soil
For you to return,
The flesh it craves, that lust;
Infinite greed and greed
Lust endless greed.
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