Here's another one.
"The Golden Immortals"
From my heart,
Verses the eternal burning damnation.
Your body torn apart,
Yet you dive without hesitation.
Hell's voice is that of riches,
Kindled in your eyes,
And your body twitches.
Buy into who dies,
And the burning witches.
You are not who tries,
Begging for the switches.
You're the one who hides,
To be the golden liches.
Your shadowed meditation,
Of the filthy dirt gold.
Money is your medication,
Yet still you grow old.
Gone into damnation,
For gold your body sold.
- Antonio G.
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