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The
bait in the air
Biting
to the minds
Of
wealth and power games
The
juicy feel embroils in the bodies
The
greedy humans
They
don't care of the effects
They
only think of themselves
Tainted
the land, the faces and words
The
hollowness of it
When
the souls are sold
For
the greed into corrupted souls
Leaving
a bitter taste words can't be known
The
human wolves howling
We
hear the sound of “Yes sir!”
The
robotic souls marching
They
don't see the cow dung on the street
The
bait in the air
The
slogan of “I help you, you help me”
The
downward spiral will spill us out
If we
don't wake up and change!
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