Insatiable with your wants
And entrenched in your greed.
Your fate awaits you
In a place of torment,
In a place for the dammed,
In a place where no precious stone saves you,
Where the stench of death is all you would savour.
“Why feed just your belly?”
“Why enrich your pocket
And starve your heart of the necessary?”
But you cast leftovers to the gutters
And dig up earth to store your wealth.
Beware! Vain man,
The Savage beasts seeks your soul
And shall tear you into tiny bits
With their sharp claws and paws.
Your days stay numbered,
For your casket would be carved out of your wealth.
Empty you shall depart,
Because on earth you failed to impart.