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By Hagai Magai

Pain like a worm, burrowing my bones
I feed these chiefs, these masters
The heartless demons
These without horns

My pockets leak – and bleed
Hurt by endless loans
As I try to make ends meet
My money was used – to feed my demons

Climb up the hill, and learn to steal
From poor sours, and their toils
Demand tax – where else
Will you get your snacks?

Enjoy the joys of your plumber
For the days of your looting
Are quite numbered.

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