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The truth of what we can not live without


As easily as we live and breathe

We steal, cheat, and lie

A great man with a kite and key is why we deceive

I must make piles before I die

 

Forged by society, music, and even education

I am considered successful if I perform mass duplication

Only a six figure salary will keep me from condemnation

 

It matters not what anyone else says they need

The only green not from the ground from which we feed

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Life has become a contest, driven by lust

I have to make money! I must! I must!

 

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