Monsters
There is a twisted little man
Who's tortured all he's met.
He makes us writhe,
He makes us squirm,
He makes us wince and fret.
He takes from us
Our peace of mind,
This monster named Regret.
His sister is a piece of work.
She preys on human need.
Enticing us
With things we want,
She closes in to feed.
And takes, at last,
The heart of us,
This demon known as Greed.
Their traveling companion is
Most always by their side.
He woos us with
False images
It's hard to put aside.
Then takes away
The ones we love,
This devil is called Pride.
Sometimes they bring in with them
A ghastly grim soul mate,
A hellish beast
That lives inside.
Our heart is it's estate,
It slowly gnaws
At our free will,
This creature we've named Hate.
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