Burrow deep, as far as you can go,
That's where all the treasure is buried, you know.
When the surface jewels have all run dry,
Much deeper still, the last spot left to try.
You make this world turn around
All beloved for we don't see under-ground,
The scars a reminder of our need,
Our all-consuming and voracious greed.
Hidden from our apathetic eyes,
Content we choose to believe the lies.
But one day soon we will be caught,
And our feeble try will be for nought,
For this our most rare and precious earth,
Will shake us loose in grand rebirth.
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