they come
they search,
in valleys of the mind,
the total cost,
the fee,
the price,
is often so unkind,
so often led,
by greed
by lust,
their visions single goal.
a shell,
a case,
a body bled,
a man without a soul.
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| When men are lost, they come they search, in valleys of the mind, the total cost, the fee, the price, is often so unkind, so often led, by greed by lust, their visions single goal. a shell, a case, a body bled, a man without a soul. |
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