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Forest Sun
Forest Sun
Laid out to pasture the company doesn’t want us
We got our severance pay then thanked them
Like they thanked us the day they made us sign
We belonged to them then we were slaves
Made to work in the forest cutting down trees
Or in lead mines manually extracting the ore
Many died for it was lethal work out in the sticks
The dead were replaced by new force...
Wednesday 1st December 2021 2:29 am
Corrupt
Corrupt
The old woman says the system only works for certain people
She's right for the system really fricking sucks
In the worst possible damn way
Some people waltz right on in there
And get what they want with no worries
Like thieves in broad daylight
Not giving a hoot about being caught
While those on the list are stuck in limbo
Caught up in a system that doesn't work
...Tuesday 3rd April 2018 8:06 pm
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