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It shines through my glorious past
The miserable life I've been leading
Trophies of capitalism
Mark my ground
As I march through my
Medium black existence
Feasting on my own utopia
Starving my soul to death
Willingly playing my role
In this soul shattering void
I call my life
Slowly fading from all
Consciousness of who I am
Or what I was
Becoming a numb puppet,
A property of a rule
A model I must fit into
And give up myself
