On Paper (A rant poem)

Built to suffer Born to die Long To laugh Made to cry Systematic Torturing The money men Gain everything They drain your blood They suck your health They chain your feet Preventing wealth Illusive goal You’re chasing ghosts Controlling those You cherish most The puppet strings Have shown for years While rendered blind With balls […]
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Published on May 12, 2025 06:26
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