Your structured establishment, slowly sinking to ruin, an unforeseen force penetrating a barrier composed of a rotting slime filled mass, stuffed full with; lies, weakness and greed.
The waste left behind after a sewer detox, not even significant enough to be scraped particle by particle, just left to perish among dry leaves and a dying rat, who's lungs are gasping, barely clinging onto a poisoned existence.
A futile struggle towards a better tomorrow, when today's work has yet to be, and we're crackin' jokes at the weather, stuffing our ears full of greed.
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