Depths
There exist a hand that moves the masses.
Pushing them to unwanted ends and divides them into classes
Like an old-world army they pit man against fellow man
Over minuscule affairs while they reap the land
It’s a sad world we’ve let progress
When compared to what he owns, a man is worthless
The value of a mere possession is something we’ve come to know
And the deepness of greed is what we now condone
MCOII
(Sometime between 2008 and 2010)
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