GOLD upon the open stage.
Let me turn another page.
Walk I do with weighted yoke.
All this GOLD, the color of a joke.
Let me bury it in the ground.
Hide it's glitter from the frown.
WHY ? This burden, in this life.
All it goes it gives me strife.
Let me shed this snakeskin.
I'm a prisoner of it's mortal sins.
The lust it brings into my life.
Statue friends, with song from the fife.
The snake shows it's GOLDEN HEAD.
A SHEET OVER MY FACE IN A DEATH BED.
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