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Oct 2020
Lost in a vision of eternal greed                                                                                  
Exploitation of the masses to further their need
Living for a drug that makes blood rust
Creatures that sadly are no more than dust
More More More they cry
Me Me Me they cry
When
It can no longer satisfy
Then
Within
They die
j a connor
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