children of the soil in poetry
- May 2, 2019, 1:14 a.m.
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gods left us cursed with ceaseless toil
you gotta till your soil until you’re soil
gods left us cursed with ceaseless toil
souls run through muck until they’re soiled
gods left us cursed with ceaseless toil
ashes to ashes and blood traded for oil
gods left us cursed with ceaseless toil
a frog left in the water to slowly boil
gods left us cursed with ceaseless toil
but only for as long as we believe them
all of here would have so much less work
if a few of us weren’t such greedy jerks
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