These Days
Days of rage and heartache,
filled with the despair of another pair of worthless shoes,
wandering, walking, leading to the meeting,
to discuss the circus all around us,
which allowed us to be disemboweled by a corporate conglomerate,
hell bent on the message sent to lead us into oblivion,
I will live on.
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