_______________________________________________Fading morals
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When the criminal in me claims another soul, 
let me brinish those I know to single out my toll
Swipe yet another piece to cherish
Save the rest for last
All that`s left of me is some ruthless rat, stiff claws, a mighty spine

Mad at the good guy
Upset for the howling crown that beckons them to get higher
But in the meantime struggling to go toe to toe with floaters in their eye`s corner
Yet sneaky or chatty, the topless ellipses picks their victim with cheery picks
No flood, drought, or storm can help against caked steaks

There are fools who see rules as simple tools to mess around with,
lipless wise guys who nobody trusts
Stretching out their `work ethic` side with an odd numbered deck,
biting off more and more until the rules in our book needs filling
Taking so much that all that`s left is rot; maybe believing is a lie
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