It said I could live
But living is tedious
It say I should be covered
But I have never been this naked

It gave me a choice
But it has chosen for me
It's either I struggle and suffer
Or be silent and shiver

It promised me barrels of abundance
But my ankles hurts from it's shackles
It feeds it's mirror until it gets fat
But famished its lookalikes to rat

It gave me a choice
But its either chase or chains
How can I choose?
When both are shackles of death

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