Average Rating 0.00 (0 votes) You must login to vote GOLD upon the open stage. Let me turn another page. Walk I do with a weighted yoke. All this GOLD, a color of a joke. Let me bury it in the ground. Hide it's glitter from the frown. WHY ? This burden in life. All that it does,it gives me strife. Let me shed this snakeskin. I'm a prisoner of it's mortal sins. The lusts it brings into my life. Statue friends, with a song from the fife. The snake shows it's GOLDEN HEAD. A SHEET OVER MY FACE IN A DEATH BED. from my poem book DREAMS 2 ------ SCRATCHES ON THE PAGE, MAKING NOISE

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