Help Instead of Neglect

Take no more of my past belligerence.
Benign beings be shamed of my birth.
Rebirth would be redemption,
If there is anything left to redeem.

You say I am sickly and pray me away,
As opposed to healing me.
If money is the root of all evil,
Then what is the seed?

Roots make up my veins,
Wine flows through them.
My flesh turns to stone,
And my heart is acidic.

If I am evil,
What are you?
Shun me away,
What am I to do?