Work


You have to work
So they say
Work for Life
Or you die
I will die anyway

But still we work
Mindless
Unfree
No happiness
No joy
But still we work

The toil is meaningless
Our very spirit leeched from our souls
It's all for a profit
Never ours
But still we work.

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