Treasure or treason lost or lust
Who's to decide but now they must
Will or need starve or feed
Can't be no winners this game of trust
Untouched and clean left to be seen
Well shall he take it or just let it free
Waiting and crying testing and tempting
Flow with the time or just let it be
Thirst pulls him nearer faith keeps him further
He's losing grip can't hold any longer
Same is her fate ecstacy allures her
Do hell with it she's coming closer
Both clench their thirst this ripe they taste
Heartbeat is pounding as this world they forget
But not too long before reality check
Remorse begins as the fallout awaits
Out goes the thunder and clouds unfold
chill of this sin leaves them both fazed in cold
Guilt and Shame and no fortune no fame
Forever will hunt them CURSE OF THIS FROZEN GOLD! ! !
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