Mining holes

Before holes, we shall stymie you

In a global challenge of the earth

Wiping deep red tears of currency

Overflowing holes, deep as night.

The holes are bottomless of money.

We mine ferrous sorrows of the earth

And of trees suspended from the sky.

Our holes are full of rain of the seas

Trapped in a hot sun, in smaller seas.

They mirror the darkness of our walls.

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