Some may never handle the gold promises that lay on the top of their head.
It will change the way you are built all the way to your DNA.
It will shape and twist your mind until there is no right way up.
Some think that there is no way to stop the crown,
But they are wrong.
Only the pure of heart and a soul with kindness may carry.
But beware the masquerade,
For all gold looks the same on a saint,
As it does on a monster.
But the crown becomes to much,
The pressure pulling you down,
All the way,
Till their head explodes,
With the bullets of the people.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 11:28 AM UTC
Some may never handle the gold promises that lay on the top of their head.
It will change the way you are built all the way to your DNA.
It will shape and twist your mind until there is no right way up.
Some think that there is no way to stop the crown,
But they are wrong.
Only the pure of heart and a soul with kindness may carry.
But beware the masquerade,
For all gold looks the same on a saint,
As it does on a monster.
But the crown becomes to much,
The pressure pulling you down,
All the way,
Till their head explodes,
With the bullets of the people.
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