The feeding frenzy came
From heaven that is forsaken.
You feed on the massive object
And planets are plains
To walk upon.
This stronger man opposes
The city standing on limbs.
This weak man is a godly man
Of movement and treasure,
Going to the other side.
I have a city of gold in your life,
Looking into the size of joy.
Hand over a creature
Which glides like a flightpath
Of extreme wealth.
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