Lack of Life
to live
is to eventually die
but live while
you are alive
dieing for a piece
of paper is not living
better start
digging your hole
turning your back
for paper
is as slaughtering
horses
filling your ears with
gold and
body with fur
is filling only
vanity
to live
is to die,
but die with dignity
knowing you didnt
live for the green
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