More Than What It's Worth
Days deep: so I dig my way through
A lad born with a shovel: scooping!
And standing strong too;
From weeks piling up
To months, searching for gold
Not knowing that I am, the elements:
My soul is titanium
Body strong as iron,
My mind of diamonds
And a heart of steel,
Iron Ore flowing in my veins
Organs made of silver:
Reflecting light and a platinum tongue-
Curved and sharpened:
Into the finest sword,
Piercing words coming out of my mouth;
Grasping words and wielding sentences
As I thrust my verses.
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