Take this gold
all away from me now
Planned for peace
settled for luxury and taxing

Gathered where we were when it all fell
waste what was taken
relying on the the mediocre
to sale ideas to the illiterate
The mass that shouts loudest shouts first

No one hears the back doors closing off the escape
Plausible
deniability

I don't need gold anymore

I need the papers properly signed and posted.
Stamped
Dated

I'll take much too much
feed what gold couldn't fill
take from you after you're
Dead and still