The Family of Greed

Wretched wraps gleaming gold
The coat of arms that agony comes hither 
Wrapped around, these versed snakes 
Slither on the plate of truth to spill a thousand misfortunes 
Under the masking of distinct sweet song 
Smiles lash upon the sacks 
That hide the tired eyes 
Keeping silent the beast that feasts 
On the blood of snakes and spiders 
Luring those who fall to soft teachings 
To a reprimand of violence 
Painting over scarred faces 
The snakes will cover that too 
Here sits the family who lives in hellfire 
The family that is greed's descent