Found a raft in the ocean of life. Sailing by...

Her gold grew bold

Her soul she sold.

Emotions went unheard

Her gold grew a beard.

A consuming volcano.

Everything else was a no.

She threw her blows.

Neglecting ideas that flows.

When she spoke she felt like a queen.

People giving her many a fake beam.

They wanted to scream.

She acted like a spoilt teen.

She threw lie after lie.

Innocent people wanted to buy.

I don’t think she’ll ever cry.

Many a minds she’ll fry.

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