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Soul Trade
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Soul Trade

Millions of crabs
Dot the breeding shores.
Cancerous legs
Dig a deadly route
Into the treacherous horror.

Unkept, neglected promises
Eat into the brittle bones
And procastinate forever,
The flight of broken wings.

A person who lies to himself
Is the worst liar of all.
He deals
In the prostitution of the soul.

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