Slaves that bow down to their master

Slaves that bow Down to there masters what does it come from, in these days
not forceful

A Choices that could be made by any of us

Not identifying it, now we trap with all the cost

Thought we may see an Escape
But because the affication of the feeling

We are scared it might go away now we are pleding our case hope in it will keep us safe

But it is full of destruction that kill, steal, and destroy eating us slowly ,untill we completely ate

But those who still standing it's not
To late to receive freedom of Sweet Victory from drugs also the mirror

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