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blood-letting corpse creators take what's left of our dignity
mindless qualifications have met an invisible standard
our bodies for their business
broken spirts for a paycheck
feeding fuel into their fire
they collect all of us
Paid to prolong
the inevitable
trapping innocents into purgatory
in the business of death, you are paid a fair wage
even in death a profit can be made
no dignity in death
when they're feeding off our last breaths
they recycle graves
and we are paid to keep the soil soft.
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