Our souls are worth
More than gold,
And holds more value
Then anything on
Earth that can ever be sold,
Compromising with
Cosmic commodity keeps
Us free from the
Materialistic mold,
Coins and billfolds
Canned our souls into
An encrypted curse,
Our spirits are rich,
Sublime and superb,
The curse can be broken
Once we discover
Our intrinsic worth
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