Darkly Natured

I have put up a couple of poems expressing various aspects of the wickedness of man's nature. This is another in that series, this poem highlights our tendency towards greed and the pride that drives it. We tend to hold on to the idea that we consistently deserve more than we have. Whatever it is that we do have we can never consider it to be enough, instead we always push on, looking for more, trying to take what we don't have, whether by legitimate means or otherwise.

Blood sticks upon my hands
As mighty Mammon strides across my mind
His great blade sweeping away before him
All those upon whom fall his burning eyes

Black fires rage across my thoughts
Oily smoke rising from long burnt flesh
And through this smoke I lead you, my child
Across the fields of my forsaken ideals

My only child, my beloved, I shall consume your mind
And sacrifice your purity upon the altar of greed
For I am Avarice and Pride
The beating heart of man