Gold bars, friends of the rich
Uncommon beleivers of a darkened faith
Corrupted by the unslayable need
That made more than one asilum full
Prism lights, towers of fate
Days of sun, days of night under the dead lights
Breaking promises of many
Emprisoning destiny untill the world stops
Beauty of life, beauty that gives reason for everything
Beauty in one's eyes, that spreads around the air
Nice reflection to a life almost falling
Shattered away for the pleasure of one
The eyes can live to see
But the eyes keep the image
And shuts out the nice ligts
So that no one can see
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