The Dead Uncruel

I linger on in strength in weakness, I try so hard to
not defeat this, As they swear
I don't explain to much, They
still claim I seek death as such,
Death is my mirror death is denied, I will not rest I'll
try to come alive, I'm scheduled
for failure on a daily basis, They
swear up and down that I'm
wasteless, Shadows darkness
and spirits find me, Gluttons
for greed they won't untie me,
Feed our money or get fed to
the dogs, We don't need you
unless you're useful to hogs

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