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The Modern Serf
Subject to the powers,
Those who've been made to scour,
For a retreat or even some bowers,
Promised to be ours,
From which made us cower,
Yet our tears become showers.
Which after countless hours,
Only watered their flowers.
My lords in their towers,
My sanity they devour.
© Bird in a Cage
Those who've been made to scour,
For a retreat or even some bowers,
Promised to be ours,
From which made us cower,
Yet our tears become showers.
Which after countless hours,
Only watered their flowers.
My lords in their towers,
My sanity they devour.
© Bird in a Cage
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