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you take the the money i sweat blood for pry the coins from my starved fingers shake my pleas from your pant-leg as you walk away flipping the papers. i talk endlessly to paralysed specialists i type to infinity about the injustice of it i threaten and shout i worry and budget even tighter i am the nothingness greasing the cogs of your profit with the blood of my suffering my bones the pillars of your success. **** you MTN I will chain my body to the doors of your evil abode and not move untill i am appeased!!
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Apr 1, 2010
Apr 1, 2010 at 2:06 AM UTC
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you take the the money i sweat blood for pry the coins from my starved fingers shake my pleas from your pant-leg as you walk away flipping the papers. i talk endlessly to paralysed specialists i type to infinity about the injustice of it i threaten and shout i worry and budget even tighter i am the nothingness greasing the cogs of your profit with the blood of my suffering my bones the pillars of your success. **** you MTN I will chain my body to the doors of your evil abode and not move untill i am appeased!!
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Apr 1, 2010
Apr 1, 2010 at 2:06 AM UTC
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