Greed

Greed is the color of shining gold and silver.
It sounds like wedding bells ringing for a young woman and a man twice her age.
It tastes like a glorious feast.
It smells like a new car.
It looks like unfilled food pantries.
It makes me feel wonderful.

It is green money and coins of every color.
It sounds like the hissing of my lies.
It tastes like the sweetest of candy.
It smells like crisp fifty dollar bills.
It looks like Ebeneezer Scrooge.
It makes me feel secure.

It's the color of crystals and diamonds.
It sounds like change jingling in my pocket.
It tastes dry.
It smells like the air rushing my face when I open up the vault.
It looks like children stealing candy from a baby.
It makes me feel lonely.

Purified only by lying face down on the ground, unable to move,
the opposite of Charity,
the work of Mammon,
Avaritia.