Think you ought the precious gold?
Blasphemous rot to all behold.
Curse the one that holds the key,
Just let it not be one as me!
On such slander do I take;
Not for all of human's sake.
Best you leave with venom's due,
'Fore the fibbing catches you.
Be wary of what comes today,
And thankful of this warning say.
Look not to I when silts run dry,
I'll not wipe the tears you cry.
Only by bounty would construe,
There's no other reason to talk to you.
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Transferred from another site. I couldn't get on AP at the time when I wrote it.
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