I won

Lilith gold glitters, buys the shoes that do not get lost. midnight never comes when the pennies mount, become stars of hope, changing what appears to be. plastic emotions, plastic actions bending to whoever wins and later on, in some quiet night spoke two rats of what should be. damnation, rabies, sickness, poverty what a stench! gold, gold, mercurial coloring the bias in every eye staring at the illusion turned reality