An Iron Cross
Up into the higher mountains climb
into a new world sublime.
Higher and higher towards the sky
almost to the point to which you will die.
The branches of trees divide
with the lesser oxygen provide.
You reach a small, tiny cave
the greastest horror you must brave.
Though impossible to see,
all the braver you must be.
The light shines very bright
means it must be quite a sight.
You look inside and only find
what many others only left behind.
In the corner lie
left behind by this guy.
A cross made of solid iron;
your greed went off like a siren.
One small, tiny touch,
made the cave shake much.
Your firm grasped caused the world to shake
your mind says 'what a piece of cake'.
The earth trembled long
till your hand fell long gone.
As a rock fell from the ceiling
making you lose all your feeling.
You lie there about to die
and only can ask why.
Your heavy greed brought you to death.
And you'll find all the way through death,
that Greed will get you no where.
So if you care to dare.
Be kind to all that you may meet
to your freedom greed must be beat.
See that all is sin
and sin lives in all men.
~CiriusZeto
|
