The necessary poor

Keep the machine grinding

Whip whip keep it moving

Your next meal is coming

From the sweat of your wear

Muscle harder into the grind

You will never know what it takes

The sea recedes further into its abyss

The son of the land fetches just a spoon full, fool

What a day in the life of this lost soul.

Capture by nothing is the net of the life

Dotted holes , big roles rolled up in four dose

All can only be said with the mouth closed

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