complications
never shake the hold
they live inside
and tear the fold
thought to be
all mapped and planned
but life held up
just couldn't stand
the blows of death
the blows of love
incessant tricks
it boils their blood
they love the heat
so will ensue
and barter trade
and we buy you
oblivious to the trader's will
my slave steps farther
till he is killed
a golden coin
and meat is served
no life long work
but one day learned
to never trust
the smiles of friends
for we die slow
by hand of kin
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