Gold is God
Gold is God
Worth more than us
Blood and bone
It's worth the loss
Gold is chum
Fed to the sharks
With gnashing teeth
Tearing us apart
Gold is a prison
To contain us all
Earn your place
And sell your soul
Gold is slavery
A whip in hand
Chains and irons
And gluttony demands
That Gold is a feast
For all the wicked
A driving force
For us to fill him
Gold is shit
Upon the masses
Lies in static
Thoughts drowned in acid
Gold is a curse
Fed through the screens
Giving us all
These wants and needs
Gold produces
And appeases our dreams
With falcities
That's the worst fucking thing
Cause gold is a drug
And we're all an addict
We worship it, love it
And we have to have it
Gold is God
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EAnders
I paint, animate, write novels and short stories, compose and record music, brew beer, create various social projects all while preparing to study biochemistry at UCSD. It's always been hard to focus on one subject as literally everything fascinates me, yet writing is always at the center of my life. At the moment I'm looking to publish at least one of the dozen-or-so novels I've been working on, maybe even freelance as a journalist at some point in the future... ...and to be honest I never wrote poetry until now.
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