are growing golden pillars
From heaven down to lift you up
Enjoy growing your crown
That is your choice
There are many that walk but to where
Pluck the gold to bath within
Dive into golden water
Become part of a living pagoda
Not everything is gold that remains shiny
Smell sometimes sticks blood on it
Check when you want get connected
Gold within you is red
It is a glow like a lava stream
It is mowing, it is hissing
Life that is raging within you
Red are all clothes after war
War is leaving many wounds
Red is hanging down from heaven
Let these things dry like memories
Wash them later out
Then all will turn into gold
And you – you are in heaven
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