Born of golds and glamour, men are.
Flourished in their peonies
fed with golden spoons
Monkeys of these ages will grow their trees and reap the fruits dry
They will climb on them and hang on their branches
Men born from gold will return to gold
They will return with the golds all worth naught
Their bodies will turn to gold itself as they cling onto it
They will rip their skins and take off their clothes
to cling onto the gold that brithed them and their sin
Yet the gold will only melt into their flesh and burn them alive
They do say that your fortunes will not follow you to the afterlife.
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