Gold (avarice and value)

A non-biblical apostle somehow told me That soul of ours [is a desperate, delicate savings it crushed by words it eroded by gold] Somehow faded and dead Truly it was said, “I’m not surprised” but still it felt sad. A postmortem contract and deathbed certificate isn’t guaranteed on same paper You said it’s all eroded, fabricated, demented, and more powerful than hatred Where has it gone, where have you ditched them, Keep it tell-tale, pounding and beat the bell “I send you gold to be less honorable” being in love with avarice, command one’s self down in prejudice “I save you gold to be less perfect” keep the change ’til faith is dead Drown one’s self deep in devious mettle A non-biblical apostle somehow told me, “Don’t let your eyes being gilded” it will lengthen another mile of hatred, it will keep you died Somehow faded and dead, but still it felt sad. 05 Juni 2009 jam 1:13