My eyes,
I cast upon the earth.
Love and trust
Are bound to dearth.
And you lust,
Yes you consume at your hearth
Am I scared, no!
But this sight could steal a breath.
Money the snare traps women
Women the snare trap men
Why are we deadfallen by a need
Shackles and thorns the earth indeed.
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