PIXABAY
We struggled together to get here
It was a die or ride for us and we choose the ride
We call you family and it was just not a name
You were indeed a family to us, so we thought
We thought we were one and in this together but you prove us wrong.
You got overwhelmed by the pleasures of life
The pleasures you have weren't enough so your inner mind tells you
You wanted more
You wanted to be lifted high and been handed over a golden medal
You wanted to be called the saint among us all.
You choose the right path to you
The sweet pleasures, so you thought
But do you know you have bitten your own skin?
You stabbed your kind into the heart from the back
You are not just a backstabber but a traitor
A traitor who sold out his kind for pleasures
Pleasures that has an end.
PIXABAY
You have taken your birthright to the ground
Others now step on it as a foot match
You make your own to look like thrash and you the saint
You did it all for the pleasures
The pleasures that will someday engulf you and not let go
The pleasures that will hold you firmly while you plead
The pleasures that will end up strangling you and dropping you down to the floor.
O thou snitch
You may be all saint in their eyes dress in a white robe
But someday it will be seen for who you truly are
Your greedy self will be shown to the whole world
You will be dragged on the floor as mockery is being bosomed on your head
You will hide your face in shame
You will be an outcast to all, for strangers will always be strangers
And there will be no family for you, for you sold the ones you had.
They do say money is the root and route to all evils but I will say greed is the root/route to all evils. Tame any form of greed you have before it kills you
