Torture

road of vicissitudes
fog trails
nothing is real
the butler serves his masters
the servants covered in eyes
the jails and cages are in your heads
rich dogs and poor dogs.
coward in several lives.
run dirty, run regretting
the airs are cold the calm and is
a blaze and the faithful dog
serve their masters.

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Omar Bigheaded.

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