"Slave"
Today, tomorrow - it's all the same,
Life- one more day to play the game.
I'll sell my soul for a buck or two,
Just enough for my habits and you.
One more drop of blood can I squeeze-
All that's left- with speed and ease.
You take it, eat it- swallow it down,
As you wear that self-placed crown.
Golden, shimmering; can I have one too-
I need a soul to cringe; just like you.
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