Mon, 08/14/2017 - 13:34 -- t4dp0l3

All she wants are diamonds,

And the glitter of soft gold,

With jewels the size of almonds,

And sparkling coins to hold.

Her goal is always growing,

Complete excess her aim,

She'll only be happy knowing,

She possesses every grain. 

Desiring all the world can give, 

And after that much more,

She doesn't care much if she lives,

So long as grows her store. 

If her endless want's not met, 

Her hoard a growing throne,

Fear reprisals, fear blood-let,

Fear for all you own. 

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