And the wind blows along the desert
As the evening dawns over the sands,
The golden sands of a history that remains
Buried deep somewhere, guarded by itself.
Don’t you dare try an excavation on me
For you’re ignorant of what you don’t see!
I have layers of truth and lies intertwined
I’m a living safe, safer than you can imagine.
I am an immortal along the shores of mortality
I hunt down crows if the world needs to be dirty
I make rules, you implement them without mercy
I roam around time and space, you call me Money!
They lose focus, spill blood and blame it on me
But I don’t care since I always possess the key
I feed on your birth, death summer and spring
I control my life from deep within your greed.
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