Greed

Greed


The remnant of created beauty, consuming itself.
In love with itself unwilling to share beyond its gardens.

Fertilized by silent screams
It is of sick finality, affixed to the mortal's own devised plan of a mortal sickness.

Gathering all and having nothing - Loss is the only gain.

Unlimited goals are but one step ahead of incalculable failure.
A race between the slow and fast -
The winner's flag is a mirage.

A race against time, when time has already won.
The sole winner becomes the accompanied loser.

The sole loser becomes the sole winner.
To Loose a Battle - But win a WAR.

The conflict of the ages, brought to bear on every single soul.
Fighting shadows, the cost is a heavy toll.

Lacking courage to fight the enemy within,
War surfaces to others, with no hope to win.

Dauntless courage, as rare as the "narrow road,"
Surfaces every millennium, regardless of the "load."

A single battle, not enlisting other lives,
Against the enemy within, full trust in God survives.

Wounded and scarred, the soldier never does reflect,
Upon a lost battle, added to it, without regret.

The Supreme Commander of that soldier's life,
Routs a hidden battalion, to quell all strife.

Peace is the commendation,
A comfortable elation.

The spoil of that soldier's battle and war?
An eternally open door.