The Dimension has always found your obsession with
metals confusing.
So much suffering involved with your precious gold.

It may be beautiful and rare, but this did not need to lead
to dreams of greed and bloody battles.
Envy may flood the mind full of anger and blind you,
prepare.
For a golden arrow fired fleetingly from an enraged mind
will wound for a lifetime.
The beating heart of nature within the tree of life should
guide you, not your cold gold.    Your gold came to earth as gifts from the stars!
Nuclear infernos, supernovas and neutron stars colliding
at light speeds.

Gold rained from the skies in meteoric rock showers. 

But your royalty, thieves and conquerors shamed you all.
Kingdoms, Empires, Emperors, Egyptians and Aztecs…
Oh how your natives suffered for crowns, medals and
awards. 

Your Dark Golden Age.

And now you send your gold back into space, in your
satellites and space traveller’s suits to conquer more.
As your poor suffer, oh how you confuse The Dimension
with your silver and gold.

Oro, like the spirit of an artist, you can beat, hammer and
try to mould, but you will never destroy it.
Its shining rarity will never rust, tarnish or fade.  Respect it.  This Pergamino Dorado implores you to see through the
optics of another being.
Greed and hatefulness will always give birth to rage and
perpetuate war, learn to forgive and let go of precious
things.

Lay down your shiny armour and let our star people warm
and light your soul.

Allowing you to be your own deity of loving golden heroes.