You earn your money
It's not particularly evil or good
You slave for that currency
It eats away at your life
You eat the cake till it's all gone
I'm running out of time
The candle of my soul is burning out
I try to feed the flame but I can never change
I am less than human, I am a dog on a chain.
Poetry from the Novel {Bunny Hop} By Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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