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Jun 2015
Sweat and fire, tears and anger, hear the gears turning, hear the earth dying
You **** the river so the machines won't rust, the only red you want is from the heart
Taste the iron in your mouth, steel yourself for for the metallic rapture, sell your pain for a dollar!
40 or 40,000 hours, all that matters is that your labor is sold
All that matters is the soles of your feet and your soul are the same
Jake Meizell
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Jake Meizell  Newark
(Newark)   
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