Be there,
no humanity within,
this american system.
Be there,
only this silly cent,
which alters existence.
These,
silly beings,
which believe they're more,
simply due to having more,
pennies.
Oh,
how silly.
For,
time shall alter,
these vapid minds.
Death,
to any,
means death to all.
Be there,
no justice within this paradigm.
No,
justice,
simply white sound.
Sound,
tethered to bronze,
silver,
green.
Sound,
intensely tethered to,
greed.
Oh,
how such shall never,
be I.
Never,
shall I care deeply of this,
little cent.
This,
piece of paper,
which does nothing.
For,
my soul,
shall be my only home.
My soul,
shall be worth more,
than money.
More,
than a cent.
For,
my soul,
shall forever be,
my only,
existence...
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