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Empty My Own


I used to believe I was a strong, free spirit,

but now I realize how small of a token I am in this nation.

I will work until I die,

making money for a government that doesn't care,

for a country that is blinded by greed.

For men I don't know,

I will work to fill their pockets,

and in return,

Empty My Own.

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