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Slaves Of The Harvest

-by Doug Draime

Slaves Of The Harvest

The captivity is as true as leather
straps sun soaked
to the bone. But the
eventual slaughter is gradual
like the aging of a bird, as
subtle as death in a coma. Always
hidden behind the scent of reward, the
global intoxication of greed, the
praise of vain glory in a brief
day. How unlike ourselves we truly are!

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