Behold, the mortals of blood
Are not powerful like us;
The windows we see through
Show us light of our moods.
The silence of immortality is,
Greed shall conquer the young
Who are yet too evil and kind,
Much like mortals of blood.
It is grand sourness to hurt
The blood of folk who learn;
The immortals of desire can craze
Over the health they possess.
Infer from thoughts of gold and silver,
They glisten and you must listen.
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