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Greed

We turn green with envy, red with anger, black with hate and blue with sadness.
But what about greed?
It\'s always there, cowardly hiding,
but always at the ready, an automatic mechanism of consumption.
Like and irritable itch, unreachable and ever growing,
so that finally we buckle down and it\'s power comes to light.
A bloddy orange would be its color, like fire,
consuming everything in its path, stopping at nothing to grow ever larger and powerful.



Stefán
1985 -



Ljóð eftir Stefán(i)

Bakkus
Spegillinn
Skýjasæng
Hugarlundur
Ábyrgðarlaus
Þoka
Jól (2004-12-29)
Úr formi
Angel
Lögleg nauðgun
Óboðinn gestur
Smíði
Kúkur
This black day
Til
123
Waking death
Depression
Yfirgnæfandi heimska
Prejudice
Donde?
Sanskrit
Contemplating the sun
Night
Greed
Of cigarettes and life
Fantasy
Limra II


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