Oh how the world cares for it's own. How they amass fortunes but do not share. Oh how the things that money can buy will fade, and soon no one will care. My treasure is not kept in silver, it is not for others to behold. My wealth is held by my father, whose king holds wealth untold. A city made with out hands, whose foundations are of precious stones. With walls  of Jewels and streets of purest gold. So let the world forget me, and give me only meager fare, for in heaven I have laid up a fortune of riches beyond compare.