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 biscuit Devils sauna pit
The air as dry as dust
My body already claimed
signed my soul over
To hell and to gold sprinkled dust
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