Soulless Man
Shackled to the Man
Who holds the keys
To my hopes and dreams
A slave to his personal greed
I struggle day and night
To feed his soul-less obsession
The things I get in return
Are lies within lies
And empty promises
Until my spirit weeps
I hide the hate
And choke back the bitter words
Because there is no choice
But one day
Life will come full circle
And the soulless man
Will get
What he deserves
And I will smile
And walk away


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