Green and made of trees
Just like the disappearing forests
Moving from hand to hand
As corporations grow

The many faces and hidden signs
Causing fingers to pale at the touch
As circles darken on iron features

We are all counterfeits
Old and new, one in the same
Imitations cannot be disposed
Surfaces crack, control weakens

Tell me again what I’m worth
I’ll laugh with you at their loss
If you vow to sell me your essence
With your soul in my hands
Let the corruption begin

Collected and coveted
Like rare gems and stones
My value decays
Along with the life of this earth

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-TheEcho-of-VioletRose