The Factory

Save me

I can no longer help myself

My shattered soul lies on the ground

Save me

They're all enchanted with the wealth

There is no way up, only down

Save me

My products lie upon the shelves

I am a shadow with a frown

Save me

Gasping for air, you are too rough

My once clean skin now tainted brown

Save me

Our softest fur now beaten tough

In our pelts you dance around

Save me

Tell me, will it ever be enough?

We try to scream there is no sound

Save me

I beg you feet don't fail me now

I yell a cry, two notes aloud

Save me

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