My soon future, stop working, too near, view pits of life, work end face, dazzled, it's an ace, having no job, retirement; isn't great for me: kept in a race.
This reality fated has a trap laid, it's to bust any man, intending, it to kill me, a timeless evil, take a death thrust, rippling its fear; shears: in once able bones rust.
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