Milking every drop of their lives
From shapeless masses of flesh
Quivering on the stone-cold floor
Bottling the sap like ocean of pain
Into steel-glass vials labelled death
To profit from the labor of our hate
This is how the world of men ends
With a whimper and broken cries
Of those sacrificed for the sake of one
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