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We are a culture of cannibals
We make wine of sweat and blood
Hope and despair administered in intervals
But only after being dragged through the mud
Dog eat dog eat each other whole
We’re fed scraps that fall from the feast
One by one we all sell our soul
Usually when we expect it least

T J Therien

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