Feeling for a future,
that never quite may be;
Fighting for a failure,
that haunts nightly dreams
Interred indeed for flat-lined musical unbeats;
Fastening belts to seats,
blackening souls to pans,
disintegrating distant lands,
Hungering after usury
Ravenous for labor
Avaricious for the flesh not one's own
Bar Bar Bar
You win.
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