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Let the bridges burnt light thLet the bridges burnt light the pyres on the road back to what’s left of yourself.
Such is life.To live is to die, to kill is to live, the pure are soiled and the soiled are pure. Such islife.
Union drone, slave of society,Union drone, slave of society, binding ring, foolish tool, king of nothing.By:ZippyDSMlee/Lee JarvisDrones, cube dwellers rise up rise up. Then sit back down.Get on the phone and say I want less pay. Then turn around.Try as you might to fight for more hours for less pay and get on the ground.Then rise up, yes....yes...rise up and beg for less health coverage. Then sit down.Place your witless head upon the table of paper pushing torture yes, yes lay it down.Rise up once more lift up your head once more and then smash it though the desk of oppression.And tell your boss you are not going to take this penny pinching obsession.Then turn around….and around then lay down… upon the cold hard ground.Then sleep, sleep in dream and endless days of work and toil day in and out.A sleeping dreamy bout of lost time. Out out you must find a way out.Awaken to a different time where things have changed but everything is the same.Tame as it may be you see them for what they are