Greed is like the blights that befalls the trees,
eating and eating until nothing is left but a shadow, a shadow of darkness and pain
Luring the good to evil, no one can resist it's tempting in brace
It drives the man behind a smoking gun
Maker of pain and sorrow, the knife used to stab a friend in the back
Bringer of war, death, destruction
You can't run, you can't hide, not from what is inside of you, inside of everyone
This is based on a poem I wrote last year in class, it has many flaws and lacks proper structure or poetic technique.
But hay! it's 11:40pm and I'm tired, so this is pretty good considering I'm falling asleep every