Gold:       Metal cold.  Men are praising from of old.
            Let them sing and give a king this yellow thing
            That high in minds they hold.

Controlled: Power is gold.  Men's souls are bought and sold.
            Ponder why men will die just to try,
            This metal to behold.

Nulled:     Men grow old.  All their wealth will sit and mold.
            Can't men see, what must be when they're free
            Of this world; cold.

Rolled:     Cannot hold.  Someday this world will be tolled.
            Worth expires; all they desire is eaten in fire.
            Nothing can they hold.

Hold:       A heart of gold,  some truths are 'ever told.
            Many will weep of what they reap; they didn't keep
            The only gold to hold.

Gold.