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Mon 20 Dec, 2004 11:24 pm
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.