Treasure in my paradise,
Distil my natural greed.
I heed my own misfortune,
Though treasures what I need.

Pathogen temptation...
Stings my body so.
Grabbing onto everything;
Sending me below.

Detest unworthy states of mind;
I never want to breathe.
My lungs will not suffice to hold
This air's impotency.

Treasures never felt so fine
Or made my conscience squeal.
The key between the padlock-
Feed my greed appeal.

The box reveals a shovel,
With rubber handed grip.
"Dig yourself a tunnel,
And sink right into it".

But I dug so deep to find it...
Lost within desire...
Miracles are scarcities,
-Greedy man's empire.
 
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