Spat out of the mouth of Satan
Comes forth a needy demon
With desires exploding
Out of proportion
On the souls of selfish Victims
His ambitions forgets good morals
Hunger fuel in rage
Passion burns insane
His thirst should be quench
Craving fed, yeaning comforted
Give him more, give him more!
His hunger is driving him insane
His thirst must always be quench!
Yearnings well comforted!
Give him more! give him more
Even if he takes his victims to hell
His hunger will never be fed!
.....August 3rd 2009
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gave you and your poem a 10..although short it was very vivid, and didnt leave much to the imagination..you could actually vizualize satan spitting forth the evil and greed..good writing
'Even if he takes his victims to hell His hunger will never be fed! '...well, i think greedy is more than killing..my gosh. for the poem..this is nicely done... to the author...the 7 deadly sins are almost complete.. i guess, enough writing words like these..am so scared reading these lines..but, well you made this in a nice way, , ..
i felt like i was being yelled at...that demon stuff is silly and doesn't work for me...or my guilty conscience...
it is like that.. nice piece.. well expressed
GREED! an interesting theme ! well structured the Beginning is powerful, you have exactly mentioned the well of GREED -SATAN- progression is continuous - needy demon, desires exploding… - give him more x 4 -- > this affirmation proves the endless DESIRES of GREEDY. the GREEDY is SELFISH, INSANE, EVIL; brings to Hell the End is powerful too, you have exactly mentioned the fate of GREED – NEVER BE FED –
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Eyan - We live in a very greedy World. The source of GREED is SATAN (V 1) therefore it is a vice to avoided at all costs. GREED always wants more (V 2) which explains why the richest people are often the meanest - give little to Charity and by-pass the church plate. The end of the GREEDY PERSON is HELL (V 3) with the RICH the POOR end in Abraham's bosom. The friut of the SPIRIT is MODERATION & CONTENTMENT! Score it a MAX because it frightens me - even though I am not a GREEDY PERSON. Yours in Poetry - JOHN.