The Gold Digger & The Undertaker
"One who digs for gold is in debt to slavery as punishment from God." Another old tool in the shed, little nightmare next to you in bed, Roberto Cavalli silk, prada and gucci bracelets, you show your shackles for everyone to see, the show, The opprobrium and applause, brown dwarfs amongst an infinitesimal audience, microscope of monomaniac scientist, agarwood stages and platinum sidewalks, I dare you to traipse on the crow's foot beside your crystal clear eyes, surgically enhanced entangled with the trance of obsession, vanity, obscene serenity in selfish souls, posh in paradise, parables of paradox, in Hell the mirrored door locks behind you in a mirrored room, makeup and water absent, for eternity deep below the earth, trapped within your golden hole you spent your entire life digging.
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