The treasures beneath
Your anchor buried
Under the blackened sea

Little do you know
The golds will condemn
and devour you whole
Hands of greed will suffer before death

Underground it’s hard to look
Your enemies surrounding you
Handcuffed and nothing you can do

Where are your friends now?
Did you not see what was coming?
Foolish and weak, but sure barks loud
Alone you’re nothing but a helpless puppy

Weapons possessed by evil
A couple of misused tools
A cave where all lies are produced
Not their fault, never
The owner’s, yes it’s always the owner’s


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