Money
I paid with my peace
for this pit of disgust,
falling prisoner to destiny,
though destiny makes me laugh.
We conform not to be crushed,
yet we are crushed by failure;
When we rise,
with paper within clenched fists,
crumpled,
justly avenged,
we stand before the gods,
and pay for unrest.
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