Honey dripping from their lips
Truth and lies held in the drips
Smiling babes tug on your greed
Lust and love beg in pleading need
Avarice cloaked in stolen truth
Guarded loyally by gilded proof
Yours eyes long for melting gold
Not knowing from who it’s sold
Cursed to never feel fulfilled
Your will is slowly bound and killed
Until your pocket and soul is dead
They hook your heart and your head
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