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Nov 2015
We go through life working
(To survive... And be enriched?)
Not allowing ourselves life
(What's the point of riches if you don't have life?
Like a fallen Pharoh in his resting place,
you'll be destitute surrounded by priceless jewels.)
Due to a blind fear of being left behind
(Is behind really so bad?)
Prisoners to our own creation
(Society that is.)
Oh! how cruel and ironic fate can be!
(If it even exists.)
Written by
Blank  Maine
(Maine)   
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