Within droplets of conscious beads
I feel my soul and entity bleed,
Through the correlation of pain
As serotonin floods through my brain,
It helps me cope with the toxicity of life.
In my anathema towards corporate business
To which I offer up and will give no forgiveness,
I dwell in mirrors of the kingdom of existential self rule
I rebel against their system so brutal and cruel,
We to these psychopaths are just merely tools.
fauxcroft 
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