by Kelly Moss

Created on: December 30, 2009

The assassination of the soul, but when did it occur?
The day we chose to please our greed, not think of future hurt.

We looked into the river, for fish initially,
But blocking the search was another sight, of me, me, me, me, me.

Our deep concern for shallow things soon turned our glee to plea,
Desperation for more this, more that, more me, me, me.

Like a dagger through the soul, life saw our selfish wants unfold,
What qualities we held before; just myths told by the old.

The tainted hearts we soon possessed were teaching the pure child,
That money is the key to all, so hang up what nature dialled.

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