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Body sans soul
I am the body sans its soul
I am dressed in fancy work attire
I glow like any gentleman's body
I look like the master of my world
I step into the ergonomical work world
Only that in real it's a glass walled Colosseum
There is a Caesar up there in a throne
There are lot of cheers for me
But at the end of the day
I am just a slave dressed up as gladiator
The arena is set; mud covers yesterday's blood
Gods of the sky, be around
Soak up my sweat if I live through the day
Soak up my blood, if I dont make it that way.
The fight is on, villains galore
Sometimes they are the warriors dressed up in gold
Some times they are the monstrous beasts thirsty for my blood
Either ways it is a battle for life and bread.
The day is coming to close..
Doesn't matter whether I win or lose
I end up kneeling down
At the end of Caesar's throne
What will the Caesar do now?
Doesn't matter any how
I have to return here tomorrow
Without my soul in tow
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