Hacked from rock,
Deep beneath in Hades caverns,
Worked where volcanos cook at the core.
The ice that knows no melting point
Except
For those that drill it it for
The circulatory of blood money.
Black ice,
Diamonds rare,
At the pressured end.
Mined the other mines,
Still full of danger,
To discover stuff to burn.
Another form of black ice - Coal.
Dug by suffering hands
By those with cash to cook.
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