A mysterious vigor
Surrounding the one working long hours
Trying to make ends meet
Giving the whole world even
Back in the lair things are falling apart, quite
Others leave dirts,
The one had to clean
And scrub the whole might
Going places had gotten more unpleasant
As the strength dimming
A stick needed for walking
The only world left is the ungrateful leeches
Still, it's heaven.
And i now know,
The pain is unfathomable
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