My Bar of Gold
I came here for riches,
Spoiled with gold,
But everyone wants a chance,
So I reached where no one else goed,
I came across a scorpion,
A devilish way to go,
With a point that came across just above it's head,
So even to it it cannot know,
It's injecting in defense but it's like attacking with its mind,
Ask a scorpio if it knew when it crying,
Anyways the spoils of war were in plain view,
I wanted to know how to be an island too,
The gold is to keep myself in charge,
In an imaginary way like we say personality is large.
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