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Good work dudeee
It’s just dirty work, when you gotta creep in the shadows and lurk/ “do it for the bag” they said “it’s just a job”, but now my morals are flawed/ can’t seem too discern right from wrong, mind is clouded a perpetual fog/ no now I can’t stop, just get up and get on with the slog/ walking too my grave, everyday i become more depraved/ numb too the emotions, that seem too keep others in motion, when I face it I am frozen/ fear takes hold, as my soul feels cold, now I must see the reality that darkness beholds.