Free market of souls
Thinning wind around your ankles,
rusted wings cant fly, but walk,
welcome to this resentment once more,
life and death, where do we go,
willingly or unwillingly, here we are
why not just try, go away for some time,
if you decide to stay, take your life
give it away, someone has done the same,
for you, for me , for all of us,
understanding this underground
free market of souls, the cost
of living six feet under,
the cost of living above,
its all the same at the end.
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