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The excavators are all out, digging deeper into my soul
Scavenging to find the last remains of oil, gems or gold

My life is put aside, as they only search things of worth
And all my resources are left nothing short from dearth

Every precious element from within my body, is sucked
Every morsel of emotion, is from my rich heart plucked

My eyes blackened, with my emotions, turning to stone
And gone are all the things that were only to me known

I, stripped of all reason, my thoughts turned cold as ice
Thus; the cutters into my memories continued to splice

Death would seem more amicable if only it was allowed
No part of me was left, nothing sacred left un-ploughed

As precious elements sold, to the highest bidders found
With my life forces turning to ashes, I fall to the ground

I, but all lost to dust that you down tread with your feet
Lived in my own defiance, but lost out to my own defeat

Thus all the angels lamented and the heavens did weep
Gone am I as in forgotten but my soul never does sleep

Wars brings out your worst enemies other than your foe
As your aiders reap your wealth, before they leave to go

You left my people in the sidewalks without any shame
My nation made of people, more worthy than your gain
 
As I reminisced on my soul stolen then so cheaply sold
Little did you know, you only stole what was fool’s gold

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