The Liar’s Den is dark, and full of mold.
Sure, you can live comfortable outside of it.
But not if you want that pure gold.
To do that, you must cheat, and steal.
However.
I know something that the liars don’t know.
Gold is worthless.
It’s only use is to shine and give a gentle glow.
Gold is as worthless as diamonds.
Humans chase after things of no value.
It is within our primitive nature.
We want those things producing an attractive hue.
But gold tears from bullets, and diamonds shatter, like glass.
Maybe I chase after a different type of gold.
In fact, I know I do.
Primitive Poetry 
Love the core of your poem. The material aspect humans lay slave to is indeed just glitter and glow.The real meaning and fun of living is to be the way nature made us.
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Yes, not searching for something that adds little value (although it could be argued that the devices that we read this poem on are built using gold circuitry).
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True that but we all seek solace from the madness and exploitation in this world through this gold circuitry 😛 .
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It is Appalachian gold? Smokey and the planet? Or the source of the breath of life?
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A man’s true riches lie in the relationships that he harvests.
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Amen
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