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Soul Sucker
Were just numbers
In this crazy purple haze
Millions living
With there eyes a glaze
Sipping and consuming
From the river of crud
Sloshing around
In paths of mud
Crawling around
Like packs of dogs
Losing there ways
In days filled with fog
Grumbling
Because they have nothing to say
Stumbling
Getting in there own way
Leaving everything
Into piles of nothing
Which burn
In bonfires of waste
Starving from
A life they can’t taste
Feeding from the weak
There goes another
Lost to
A soul sucker
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