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We spiral down the corals, 

lightly dusted with speckles of gold

that shine blue and purple 

as the rays brush against it. 


The beauty is not displayed long, 

before pain, hate and destruction

scour the dirt embedded in the land

reigning with chaos as it buries 

the once speckles of bliss.


Riches such as this are not made to be found 

for then any soul could hunger over 

and destroy the purity of the matter. 

So sift cautiously and the gems shall show.