Unchangeable
You can take away the glitter
You can take away the gold
But never ever can you damage the mold
The mold that was set
Many
Many
Years ago
Until one day
The creator was called to let go
Once the creator had vanished
There lay a mold
And with the second hand
That mold was sold
That mold
That mold
So pretty and detailed
Any and everyone wanted it
As if the mold had a secret spell
Sold to a figure hungry for
Control and power
So with mold he tried to devour
Mentally not physically
The figure
Tried
But after twenty billion tries
For twenty billion days
That pretty detailed mold
Tire and worn
But upon day of creation
An unchangeable curse
Was sworn
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