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The house of capitalism

The foundation of our society
will Be the base of our demise,
We built this house ourselves
The mortar and the bricks
Are stacks of sick lies.
beginning to collapse ,
The roof cannot hold the weight,
Our existence reaching climax,
Our lives worthless to corrupt corporate states.
interior walls are painted green
Hallways lined with elegant self portraits
All the faces are without eyes
Nothing is worth seeing .
The furniture is new
Though The house smells of decay,
Something inside is rotting
Its the integrity of the house withering away.
Inside the closets
Hang skeletons That once had a conscience ,
Inside the bathrooms
Blood pours from these faucets.
And in the bedrooms
The beds remain un touched
No one has time to sleep,
This is the house of capitalism
And you must earn your keep.
If you do not support this system,
Then youll be just another petty victim.
This is the house of capitalism
And you must pay to stay.
Written by Leo_Sunset
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