IS THIS US?
This is me, a piece of what was long ago began. A soul lost among the living. A drone to a retail corporation to which no one sees yourself. An illusion of embroiled self destruction. Bee's among the hive, only to fight a long battle, to loose ones life with no rewards or final accomplishments. To report day by day a grouling routine of same scenarios never changing. To be looked upon as a peon in a billion dollar world and go unnoticed to people so consumed in the everyday have-to-do's and coupon clippings just to save a penny. Money is the root of all evil they say, but greed is the true evil among us. At the end of the day of serving the consumers we recycle the hard earned, hand blistering, back breaking money and start agian in a never ending realm of the living but look and act like the dead...
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