The golden roman shaped shield
like a disc above glinting
Like a polished coin Punching the
Sky waking it up. The Feathered
snipered hungry cadaver eyes circling
Watching as I look above. crys of
Starvation. Below the scorching
Powdered Devils sauna
The air as dry as dust
My body already claimed
Like I signed my soul over
To hell and to gold dust
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