on these days i put my best foot forward
wanting to impress the gods
so i may not lose my job
behind me are the executioners
and the sounds of people begging for help
for now they all shall lose their heads
i may be next and i know soon it will happen
but let me
on these days put my best foot forward
i still have other people to feed
my gods i beg
let me have
another day, just another hour, just another second....
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